So here's the thing. I was having all of these negative feelings this morning. And I wrote this blog post, Stressing over where my head is at right now, etc. and I realized, I'm really
afraid of having a diagnosis. Which is weird, because for the longest time that
was exactly what I wanted, like a validation of some sort… Like congrats you're
sick enough to deserve help. But now I'm afraid of how it will affect my life in
the future. My health insurance, future
doctor visits, etc.
I'm also afraid of
what it would be. Because I don't want a diagnosis that also makes me feel like
a failure.
Part of me worries
that I won't be able to deal with any of this without having a diagnosis. That
fixing it requires accepting it and dealing with it. But I worry about what
that will take from school.
I also really wish I
could see my therapist 2x per week. But that isn't part of the treatment plan
and I don't think I'd be able to increase it without divulging more than I feel
ready to share at the moment. Especially because I'm afraid this would lead to
more with the psych he wants me to talk
to. The way that meeting the med prescriber goes, is they have a consult with
me and then they either deem that they can check in with me on the phone once
in a while and I can just see my current therapist, or they require that I meet
with them semi-regularly to follow-up in addition to seeing my therapist, and I like the current guy and I don't really want to mess that up, I like talking to him, it's
as comfortable as it can be I think and I'm afraid of talking to someone else.
But then I got home from school and stepped on the scale.
144.2lbs
Now I don't even care. I'm so fucking elated right now that I really just don't care.
I wasn't able to fast like I wanted to the last couple of days but I did get away with only one meal and a couple of snacks each day on Su/M/T and today I've had a few grapes and a 140kcal fiber/protein bar.
I know dinner is on the menu tonight. Eli says 'we should talk'.
I already know why. He watched me stare at the snack drawer reading labels for 5 minutes today and finally snapped "It's okay, just take one!"
I know what this conversation is about and I know it isn't going to go very well. I'm too happy about today's numbers.
I also know he finds me more attractive now than the twenty pounds more that I weighed in August.
stay strong
xxblake