I want to kill myself I haven't had a poop in over a week and I want to weigh myself but with all that shit inside of me, the number will make me actually strangle something
not good enough. to think this time 2 years ago i was almost bmi 14s. now i'm stagnating at 19.0. what have i become and how did "recovery" ruin me so bad.
i have lost 15 lbs since getting out of treatment (ip/res/php) but i'm still stuck in bmi 19 jail and it's unbearable but i dont think i can afford to relapse if i want to stay on top of things
things were fine for a while but a wave of shame just came over me; the busy-ness was saving me but i'm relatively less busy now as things are coming to an end and riding that high after receiving my mcat score (522!) is gone and now i'm not even enjoying research i just need wl
so my bf told me i was eating too many snacks (i went back for a 3rd handful of kettle corn and it was all id eaten by 9pm) and now im sooo motivated to lose weight but also so tired i dont even care about losing weight i just want to find a convenient time to die
im so fucking sad nothing is going well i have no will to live i'm alone i put myself here happiness is so transient i feel so alone am i really so crazy to have loved the attention from my attempt despite hating everything else but i am so alone i want to try again i might
him telling me i can just stop and i should just eat its not that hard its not like i have full blown anorexia anymore makes me want to get sicker and prove him wrong
so deeply i want comfort man
when i do something ed related or whatever or i express to my bf that i cant eat something or feel bad about myself he only looks at my blankly and says "stop" ir fully ignores it