It’s almost 4am. I can’t sleep because I’m in too much pain. I took too many laxatives again last night.
I know I said I was going to try to stop them until I found out what’s going on with my heart. I tried. I failed.
I’m so nauseous. I don’t handle nausea well.
I’m reconsidering my psychiatrist’s advice to go back into treatment. Maybe I need to, if just to cut out the laxatives again. I don’t seem to be able to do it alone.