I had my assessment at Hazelden this evening. As we were going through the questions, I realized that I really don’t care if they accept me into their program or not. I realized that I have given up.
What’s the point in therapy? What’s the point in eating? What’s the point?
My roommate asked me this evening if I liked my job because, every day when I get home, I look sad and tired. I told her I actually like my job very much and the reason I look like that is because I am sad and tired.
I’ve started posting some of my depression memes from Pinterest onto Facebook. We’ll see if I get brave enough (or just completely stop giving a fuck enough) to start posting things from my eating disorder board… or even my suicide board.