I'm here, but I've been pretty quiet in all the forums lately. I do still post, but not as much as I have before. Just very confused about life right now. My eating habits are a comfort zone for me. I hate to give them up. I know I should. It's hard to know what I really want to do. I almost being forced into real treatment right now, meds and everything. I don't like it. I'm more afraid of it, actually. I've had a T before, but he kind of spoiled me in that he wasn't real aggressive as a T. My kid's T is more aggressive and, I think, he is enjoying my new treatment/apartment stuff way too much. It's only beginning.
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My life and being formerly homeless
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