So, where the hell have I been, you may ask?
I’ve been on a general psych ward as an inpatient for the last 3 months due to my eating disorder nearly killing me off (again). I’m 5’4 and at 60 pounds, the doctors couldn’t believe how I hadn’t dropped dead. It’s not my first admission, and I’ve been dealing with that shit for pretty much all of my teenage and young adult life, but hopefully this was my last time on the ward. Although I’ve met some wonderful people in treatment, it’s also a really fucking scary place to be. I know I’ve said this years ago, but never again. I mean it this time.
I’d like to thank anybody who sent teas to me during my period of being extremely nutritionally deprived in every way. It made me happy at a time where I was so sick and depressed that nothing else would. My brain wasn’t functioning correctly due to the extreme malnutrition and I was acting fairly loopy – I’m not normally one to accept charity like that. But thank you guys for your incredible generosity. You guys are wonderful. :) I now have a drawer of enough tea to last several lifetimes.