Baptism. 

The last time you heard from me, I was in an outpatient program for an eating disorder. Well that didn’t last too long. 

Story time:

After a few weeks of this specific program, my counselor, given to me by the program, brought my mother and me into her office for a meeting about my progress. She ambushed us. Saying things about how because I wasn’t eating all of the food required by the program every day, I needed to move to an all-day program. HECK NO. Well, neither me nor my mother wanted that. So we promised I would eat everything that they required. By 5 o’clock the next day I was so extremely full I felt like I was going to puke. I had only eaten breakfast and lunch. There was no way I was going to eat dinner. We decided that this program was not good for me anymore. 

So there’s that. 

Now, my psychiatrist is trying to lower my anti-psychotic. It’s kind of scary because I’ve had to up my dose from what it was lowered to because I was getting easily irritated with my family. Whether that was the medicine or the vacation we were just on, who knows. I hope that I can get my medication back in order before I head back to school. Which is 3 and a half days away. 

SWERVE. 

Last Sunday, I was baptized. I also renewed my virginity. The ironic thing is, I haven’t had a period in two months. I had sex about two months and two weeks ago. Now my mother thinks I’m pregnant. Great. 

Sincerely,

Medicated Perfection. 

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Rosie

22 years old. College student. Music lover. Medication taker. Depressed. Bad at eating.

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