Bit of an update:
I am currently almost 4 weeks into my second stay at an eating disorder treatment facility. I spent almost the entire month of July here, left for a few weeks, and ended up back here because my ED is insidious and is holding onto me for dear life.
I am not doing particularly well. When I arrived here the first time, I was at risk of heart failure, coma, dangerous electrolyte imbalances, and death, among other things. I was so severely underweight and malnourished that I couldn’t walk without being at risk of fainting, I couldn’t lay down comfortably because my bones were sticking out, I was literally always nauseous, the smell of food made me sick, etc.
I’m working hard, gaining the weight back, and trying to adopt healthy self esteem. It’s a lot more difficult than I’d like to acknowledge, but I’m doing it.
Eating disorders are so much more commen than people realize, and factual, necessary, and helpful information is not being taught to people. If I had learned some of the things I now know earlier in my life, I could have probably avoided all of this.
I would be happy to answer questions if you have any.