I’m so tired of fighting. Fighting for a therapist. I lost mine because she gave up seeing patients. And no one could absorb her load. And then starting a full time real job I can’t miss work to go to appointments in the middle of the day two times a week. So even though I starve myself and its deemed a serious issue, it’s not “that bad” because I won’t but am not able to take work off for three hours to go to a therapy appointment in the middle of the day.
Because if you have an eating disorder, appointments are only from 9-4.
So I’m done fighting.
Only way I’ll get help is if I’m hospitalized or dead.
Thank goodness me and my anorexia have been found to be linked as lifers–meaning I have had it since I was an infant.
No one takes eating disorders seriously anyways.
They are only the most lethal disorder in psychology.
No big deal.