While I’m pleased that my aunt is being as supportive as she is with respect to my issues, I can’t help but wonder if she’s in a certain amount of denial.
I’ve been open and honest with her, which is great, and she thinks is wonderful that I’m off drugs and starting rehab next week. I tell her I’m still a little crazy, as evidenced by the fact that I’ve completely stopped eating, and she flat out refuses to believe me. Don’t get me wrong, it’s nice that she’s being so positive. I’m sick, though. Very sick. And it’s like she just wants to stick her fingers in her ears and not hear it.
I don’t know. My brain is working properly right now (no shit). I’m sure it’s because I’m malnourished. I should be fighting for my life. I’m slowly fading away instead. I’m dying and I don’t have the energy to do anything about it.