I have been going over and over in my head the idea of going into in-patient treatment. I have never really seen myself as *sick* and so I didn't see myself as *needing* treatment. I keep thinking I can do this on my own, I don't need to depend on anyone else. And yet, I know that I am the one who stands in my own way. I keep people at arm's length so they don't know the *real* me. I push people away. Maybe it's because I don't know the *real* me! It's so hard to separate myself from Ana.
I find myself so overwhelmed right now. I have been crying off and on all day today.
And as irrational as this sounds, I wonder if I overcome this disease, what will I have left? When you *LIVE* with Ana, you're whole world revolves around food and how not to eat food. It's all you know, it is your *normal*. Who am I without her?
The above thoughts are just a taste of what's going through my head right now!



