Thanks sophiesmom! Cheesy fries sound amazing right now actually. I just got home from the hospital. I have noticed from what most of you have said that many older generations are very hush hush on the subject. My family at least has been very tense these past few days and think that what I have isn't actually a disease. For chrissake, I'm going to have do deal with it for the rest of my life, at least recognize it and try to be a bit sensitive...

I am ok physically, didn't do any damage to my brain or anything permanent to major organs, so that's a plus. I'm still not hungry (apart from the awesome suggestion of cheesy fries) but I have been forced to eat and my weight has not continued to drop. I just wish that I had the opportunity to talk to my uncle or grandmother from where I am now, maybe get some insight. Sometimes I wish that someone would have helped them too. I guess I just wish I had someone in my family to talk to who has lived through it and survived.

I refuse to believe that feeling this way is something you can criticize or brush under the rug. When you have a knee injury, you go to the doctor and figure it out. That's it, no stigma or blaming involved. Why can't it be the same for me? Why can't I just go to the doctor and get the support I need from people? It's way more dangerous to ignore it anyway, that's when people spiral and do stupid things (ahem, that one was for me).