Dont call me crazy

Please read promise it's gets better!

The rest of the group continue round the circle. At this point I have given up.

I look to my left.

Ollie is sat there sorting out his messy hair. Ollie is suicidal and depressed.

Before he came here he tried to top himself. Needless to say it didn't work. As everyone is told 'you're here for you own safety'. Ollie hasn't talked much at all in being here for 3 months, it's only during group sessions like this that you here his deep voice speak out from under his tangle of hair.

I like Ollie.

He was moody enough for me not to hate him and that's hard to be.

We didn't talk much but we always sat next to each other.

Group therapy is now over.

Greg our 'supervisor' speaks for the second time today,

"Well done everyone! same time next week?"

We all grunt an answer.

It's not like we have a choice so I don't know why he made it a question.

I stand up.

My legs ache because of my pro ana workouts last night.

I barge past Connie who is getting cards and being hugged goodbye.

She looks at me,

"Goodbye Lily, good luck on recovery"

But it's too late I'm out the with out a second glance.

"Fuck off Connie"

I mutter.

"Good fucking riddance!"