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Breaking the Rules has never been so easy.
Therapist: 'Hey Sarah'
Me: 'Hey.'
'Hows it goin?'
'Ok'
'What does ok mean?'
'Just….I'm fine.'
'Right, well before we begin I need to weigh you.'
'Sure ok.'
(Steps on scales.)
(Yes!)
Therapist: '42. That's a kg less than last week.
Me: 'Oh.'
'How do you feel about losing more weight?'
(Ecstatic.)
'Ashamed. I really tried to eat.'
'Well, working up to even 1000 calories is hard.'
'Yeah, it is.'
'How many calories a day roughly did you eat this time?'
(600, tops)
'Around 800 maybe?'
'Good, that's an improvement.'
'Yeah, I'm proud of myself.'
'I'm glad, we need to work on that. How often did you feel fat do you think?'
(Every single minute of every single day)
'Only once or twice, when I was eating.'
'Ok, great. And how about everything else'
(I'm cold all the time. I burnt my hands on the fire trying to warm them up. I'm
Tired all day, no matter how much I sleep, though I'm only sleeping about 5 to
6 hours each night. I cry every day, sometimes for hours. And the cutting is
Getting worse, if anything.)
'Pretty good, I'm warmer more often, and I have a lot more energy. I've started sleeping at least 7 hours every night. I only cried once or twice during the week. And I still have to cut, but I only have to do one set of four every night.'
'Well I think you're improving a lot, I'm surprised at how quickly you've started to feel better…..'
(Shit)
'…But that must mean the anorexia isn't too deep. We don't have to worry about hospitalisation just yet.'
'Yay, I was really worried about that.'
'Yeah, if you're improving this quickly then I'm sure you'll start to put on a bit of weight. But don't worry, we'll go at a pace that you're comfortable with.
(Ok, what do you do now? You're going to get even fatter)
'Sure, sounds good.'
'Right well we'll leave it there for today. Keep up the good work.'
(Thank God)
'Ok thanks, see you next week.'
Therapist: 'Hey Sarah'
Me: 'Hey.'
'Hows it goin?'
'Ok'
'What does ok mean?'
'Just….I'm fine.'
'Right, well before we begin I need to weigh you.'
'Sure ok.'
(Steps on scales.)
(Yes!)
Therapist: '42. That's a kg less than last week.
Me: 'Oh.'
'How do you feel about losing more weight?'
(Ecstatic.)
'Ashamed. I really tried to eat.'
'Well, working up to even 1000 calories is hard.'
'Yeah, it is.'
'How many calories a day roughly did you eat this time?'
(600, tops)
'Around 800 maybe?'
'Good, that's an improvement.'
'Yeah, I'm proud of myself.'
'I'm glad, we need to work on that. How often did you feel fat do you think?'
(Every single minute of every single day)
'Only once or twice, when I was eating.'
'Ok, great. And how about everything else'
(I'm cold all the time. I burnt my hands on the fire trying to warm them up. I'm
Tired all day, no matter how much I sleep, though I'm only sleeping about 5 to
6 hours each night. I cry every day, sometimes for hours. And the cutting is
Getting worse, if anything.)
'Pretty good, I'm warmer more often, and I have a lot more energy. I've started sleeping at least 7 hours every night. I only cried once or twice during the week. And I still have to cut, but I only have to do one set of four every night.'
'Well I think you're improving a lot, I'm surprised at how quickly you've started to feel better…..'
(Shit)
'…But that must mean the anorexia isn't too deep. We don't have to worry about hospitalisation just yet.'
'Yay, I was really worried about that.'
'Yeah, if you're improving this quickly then I'm sure you'll start to put on a bit of weight. But don't worry, we'll go at a pace that you're comfortable with.
(Ok, what do you do now? You're going to get even fatter)
'Sure, sounds good.'
'Right well we'll leave it there for today. Keep up the good work.'
(Thank God)
'Ok thanks, see you next week.'
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addicts
Or maybe it's true
and we're all insane.
Cutters addicted to lust
lovers addicted to pain.
Literature
Breathe.
"I think it's safe to say you're never coming back."
Something just snapped.
Like a cord.
Something that was holding her together.
And simultaneously,
Something clicked.
Like a horrifying realization
of a heart-shattering truth.
Anxiety bubbles in the pot that is her stomach,
Overflowing in a few broken little sobs.
Her heart,
Broken as it is,
Races on like a gunshot.
She is a storm.
Crying aloud thunder,
Tears become rain.
Gasps gusts of wind the beat against her ribcage
And her ribcage is a window.
And then the calm.
Always the calm,
Brooding,
Disappointing,
Silence.
She is an ocean.
Rippling and alive.
As she recov
Literature
how to save a life
i want to save his life but i don't know how to
or maybe i do but i just haven't realize it yet.
-
10:00 am
"honey, can you please tell
me what you need."
"hot chocolate would be nice with
those little white marshmallows."
"okay, i can do that."
"i hope you can."
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it's a miracle to me he hasn't died on my watch yet
but i expect he will if i don't do something soon.
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1:30 pm
"shouldn't you eat? i mean
you haven't ate anything
so far today."
"i think soup would be good."
"of course. right. is chicken
noodle soup okay?"
"how about-?"
"it's the only soup i know
how to make."
-
he's been sleeping for three hours now.
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