CultNoise Magazine
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18th April 2014
Diary of an Anorexic (Part 2 of 2)
I keep having a battle with my mind. My rational side keeps telling me that I’ve made the right choice by choosing recovery, but my irrational one keeps telling me I made a mistake and I’m not actually sick – that all these people are making it up. But really, why would I have been sent to an inpatient program if I wasn’t sick? Yes, that’s right, I’m officially living in the hospital. I was originally put on another floor because my heart rate was dangerously low and I was severely dehydrated. I spent a month up there with an IV in my arm. They tried to feed me, but let’s be honest, I barely ate. I’d wait until the nurse left and then throw the food out, careful to hide it under other garbage.