So, today, I told my pssychiatrist what was said to me at the group home. I was tinld that my hearing voices and suicidal thoughts was a load of crap. He was not happy with that at all. He said I shouldn’t have been talked to that way. I have something to confess. I have to make myself eat food. I love seeing the pounds go down on the scale. I hope that makes sense. It’s a struggggle every day to refuse to eat, but I know I have to keep eating to keep myself healthy. There still is a part of me that just wants to stop eating completely. I know it’s not healthy, but… I’ve even thought about purging… Well, this blog wasn’t much more posative than the last, but I hope you like it.