I’ve recovered fully from bulimia.
That is; my previous doctor. The one I had a year ago before I moved. We still keep in touch and I thought she’d be a good person to ask, so I told her about how I’m doing now because she knows how bad I was. She visited me in the hospital when I had a feeding tube, she fought her tears when the scale kept dropping, she’s seen me at my worst.
I never thought this day would come. Ever.
Can I please die.. like now…