I have been thinking about the progress I’ve made in the last 9 weeks. I spent my first day in treatment in the ER due to extreme dehydration and now I’m getting ready to discharge and step down to evening intensive outpatient. I can’t believe the progress I’ve made. I have only purged once in the last 6 weeks. I can follow my meal plan on my own. This is the first time I’ve believed recovery is possible for me.
I decided to give away my blades. It’s slightly overwhelming, but I know I need to if I’m going to make progress.
It’s not set up, but I cleaned and organized and now there’s room for it! (Not the little space between the fan and the dirty clothes hamper, I just put stuff along that wall so it’s out of the way for now.)
I probably won’t be able to set it up tomorrow because I have counseling and then a family picnic, so here’s hoping for Tuesday.
It’s slow progress, but progress it is.