Hey, it’s early
morning.
I’m up, dinking my
morning coffee.
Yesterday was too much
to handle, instead of breaking out a panic and anxiety attack, I ate.
Fries, no oil just pan
fried. And a dip with garlic, chili and dill, like hamburger dressing.
S (boyfriend), told me
to stop my cravings but I didn’t. And I gave him a promise that I won’t be
going down anxiety lane. I almost did, but I didn’t!
It has come to me,
that if I drink coffee after cravings, it’s not that hard, it’s tough but not unbearable.
I’m sitting here now
though, thinking on laxatives. To get rid of everything inside me, but I don’t
want to mess up the salinity and fluid balance.
So I drink coffee, it’s
not good either, but it’s not as destructive as laxatives.
Today at 10 a.m. I’ll
be seeing a doctor for further treatment. It’s quite expensive to be
hospitalized so that’s the only reason I want go get out of there. But I need
to be there, because being home makes me sick in every kind of way, apart from
S (boyfriend), E (roomie) and G (dog).
Tell you more about it
after.
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