Been saving some up so I had a nice little grouping. Just so people might understand the thoughts that slowly kill us.
I have so much to say. Multiple topics. Lyrics to post. Images to relate to.
But I feel like whatever I am to post will not be good enough.
Ya. It’s that phase.
The not worthy. Not good enough. Why can’t I be accepted. Phase.
I am feeling fat. I am fat.
Why am I not good enough.
Smile. They will never know.
I am being transitioned to another doctor.
Ironically, while my therapist filled my spot and cut her hours, she basically needs closure with our relationship.
I needed her. She wasn’t there for me.
I AM THE ONE WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES!!
I wanted to die.
She left me there.
Then she turfs me to someone else.
Yea must be hard for her.
Well the sick bitch in me is like –ya I’m SO anorexic I’ve broken two therapists now!!
Yet I’m still getting fatter.
And earlier this week when I saw my psychiatrist I had to briefly relieve all my trauma of the past few months with no ability for treatment–just a tell her why I was so stressed and wanted to die thing. She had no clue. My therapist didn’t tell her shit.
Good communication team!!
So I’ve gained weight. Because I’m not eating.
I had to talk about that.
I resume treatment immediately because the insurance bullshit is dealt with.
I’ve been deemed acute/critical.
Because I am barely eating. Self harming. OCD high. Anxiety high. And treatment was abruptly cut three months ago when I was at a critical stage.
But the debate is on if I should be just outpatient.
Ha. We will see.
Goodbye old therapist later this week.
Just like waiting for your crush to call after a date, that long awaited call came.
And thankfully I’m still alive to take it. Ed didn’t kill me yet.
The whole insurance debacle kept on going and going. It caused so much stress that it caused me to stop eating again, vomit, get reflux, and having horrid sleep. Worst of all, it brought back the severe anxiety why it causes organ pain. Like circa 2013.
It’s still hard for me to talk about this because I literally relive it thinking about it.
So what you can know for now is the insurance company decided to retract my coverage for only my anorexia therapy appointments after paying for some and tried to charge me upwards of $10k in bills. And I had to fight it all on my own. Because I’m a motherfucking bitch and a patient advocate. My doctor used the wrong billing code and someone entered me as an out of network user which if you knew the situation you would know it’s absolute bullshit.
So 3 months no anorexia treatment. Cut short because my doctor wasn’t getting paid. And she didn’t even file a claim like she said.
So I emailed her telling her it was all cleared when can I return to my usual scheduled appointments. She’ll get back to me.
No one takes me fucking seriously. I was literally left for dead. Even my therapist seems to not give a fuck. Can’t change cause she’s the only one on the plan.
Sooooo whyyyy am I fighting this? Why am I struggling to stay alive? To beat anorexia? No one else seems to care.
It’s tiring being the only one. I used to fight for my own privacy. It’s not worth it anymore.
This world is a toxic place.
The US is a joke politically. California is a pretentious state. People don’t care about each other anymore. I’m always my own fighter.
But yet I have to be thankful for this bs insurance because it could be worse…? Wait could it? Not sure right now because my health suffers way too much due to insurance alone.