Today, I felt like myself again. I was genuinely interested in my lessons, full of ideas, indifferent and quiet. I was very content.
Then for some reason, I spiked. I feel myself tumbling down again to the clutches of a terrible mind eating disorder. I don’t want to go back. Am I only supposed to be happy for one-maybe two-days?
No, I refuse.
But unfortunately refusing isn’t all there is to it. I don’t know how to remain strong.