My intake assessment for the eating disorder clinic is tomorrow. I’m nervous as heck.
Since it’s tomorrow, I thought it’s probably time I should tell someone in my life that I’m seeking treatment, so I told my mom. It was HARD. I told her I had something I needed to tell her, but then it took a good 5 minutes before I could work up the courage to actually tell her what’s going on. I cried.
My mom said she suspected I was struggling, but wasn’t sure. She said she’s glad I’m seeking treatment.
I don’t like talking about myself with people. I don’t like telling people I’m going into treatment. It’s hard and uncomfortable. I think I’ll hold off telling anyone else until I know whether or not I’ll be admitted.