things have been rough recently. i’ve been going through a lot with my eating problems and posting here to people who probably won’t judge (or even see this) feels like a safe outlet for what i want to say about it. i developed an eating disorder this past year, particularly in january. in march i decided to reach out as my body was incredibly weak and i felt awful. unfortunately i was put on a long waiting list to receive treatment and it’s taken a toll on me recently. last week, especially, because i tested positive for covid on monday morning. the entire week i spent sulking in my bed, eating nothing, sleeping most of the day, and not even taking a look at my school work. when it was happening i felt like i was at the lowest point in my life, and i felt as though i had absolutely no purpose. i still feel that now. but this week i’ve been better, mainly because my mom has been helping me with my food intake. today after school i started cleaning my room, did dishes, did laundry, and deposited my check. getting back into a routine feels nice. but i also still have the lingering feeling of what am i doing this for? and where am i going to go in the future? i don’t have much time to decide.