I know what it's like to be dead. I know what it means to be sad.
And you're making me feel like I've never been born.
Anorexia, Bulimia, and me - I am one of three. One-third of a trio. A triplet. Ten years now. You don't know them like I do, how deep they run. Outpatient services couldn't help me. My relationship with A & B frightened them. I had to go inpatient for a while. I often wonder if it helped at all. Because A & B are my foundation.
Take them away, and I will crumble. Left a ruin at your feet, a life-size version of Jenga.
My name is Hylarie.
I am a 23 year old anoretic and bulimic. Diagnosed at age 14. Also diagnosed with orthorexia, pica, exercise bulimia, chronic depression, severe OCD, and panic/anxiety disorder. This journal serves the purpose of documenting - with plenty of poetry - my attempt to recover, my inevitable relapses, and whatever remnants of a normal life I may have left in between.
NOTE: I DO NOT TAKE PRO-ED READERS.
Outside of my struggles, I'm a tree-hugging, plant-loving, animal activist and devout vegan with a penchant for words I'll probably never use in real conversation. I love to read, write, and go on dates with my Nikon into the wilderness.