Well, my mom let me see the cat walk around for 8 hours bumping into shyt and try to keep going, show early seizure signs, nearly fall down the stairs/off the couch, and almost hanging herself multiple times without letting me take her to the vet until she got home. Then suddenly she appreciated me being there, alone, to watch her all day and for someone to ensure putting her down was the right choice. RIP Lu.

I don't care if I'm exposed to fentanyl. I've taken it before and it doesn't seem like it'd be a bad way to go. Better than half my impulsive sui plans/attempts (like the one I had three days ago).

Sober living is a 1-2 year wait, as is the residential I got accepted into. Didn't "meet criteria" for the eating disorder IP. "Need a higher level of care" than PHP. Insurance doesn't cover any local residentials... so I guess no ED treatment for me until I die or close.