I survived my first day of of treatment.
I was up late last night cutting and binging and purging. I got up today feeling sick and anxious and wanting to call the whole thing off. But I got up and got ready and went to treatment.
It was a long day.
I met with the intake coordinator.
I met with the psychiatrist.
I met with the nutritionist.
I met with my therapist.
I cried when the nutritionist gave me my meal plan.
I cried when I was talking to my therapist.
I cried during dinner.
I cried during group.
Dinner was the hardest part.
If we don’t finish meals or snacks, we are required to drink boost. However, I get a pass on that for the first 2 days. This was a good thing because I was able to eat less than half of my dinner.
After dinner was terrible because I’m not used to keeping food down. Not only did I have the psychological drama in my head, but I was so nauseous and sick from keeping food in my stomach.
After dinner we had two groups. The first one wasn’t that bad, though I didn’t speak much and was still having a hard time from dinner. The second group was on grief and loss and that one was HARD.
I don’t like crying around people and I cried around strangers so many times today.
But I survived.
And I’ll go back tomorrow because that’s what I need to do.
❤ great job! And crying is actually a good thing.
And I know in my head that crying is good, but it doesn’t FEEL like it’s good.