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I need help. I really need help. I know that we are the only ones who can help us, but those are empty words. I’ve played every inspirational song I can think of but nothing is helping. I’m already losing the ability to focus and I’m having chest pains. We left residential treatment on Thanksgiving […]
Read MoreI can barely speak the disgust in which I feel towards myself. It does no good to berate myself over my eating. I’ve been restricting lately, but that is not the reason I’m upset. My husband, D., has been getting suspicous since coming home from treatment and so I hate some cookies today that I […]
Read MoreMy eyes hurt. There is a lot of activity in my head tonight. I wish I could just get real with it. But it seems that I just want to push it away with tranqs and analgesics instead of dealing with what lies beneath. I fear that this post will be a toasted, scrambled rambling […]
Read MoreSo here I am, at home, away from residential treatment, away from all support, so it seems. Yesterday, I saw the first person who is supposed to be on my treatment team and her reaction when she saw me was how great, strong, and healthy I look. What the fuck? All she had to do […]
Read MoreWe’re home. Home. That has no meaning anymore. Being gone for nine months in treatment, it is understandable that this does not feel like home. Being home for fourteen hours, this feels really dangerous. Though it doesn’t feel like home, it is familiar, and that is spot on dangerous. I keep telling myslef and reviewing […]
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