My name is Amanda and I am a college graduate with my bachelor's degree in English. I’ve loved writing for as long as I can remember and am a proud advocate for mental health and abuse survivors.
7 Weeks in Treatment
I realize I did quite a poor job at actually explaining what being in treatment was like; if you read my post from February 26, 2018 then you got a glace at what my first day in treatment was like. My entire stay lasted 7 weeks, although I did get trial days at school as my discharge date got closer.
Eating Disorder Treatment Day 1 (Round 1)
Despite how very sick I was, and how awfully fuzzy and clouded my mind was, I can remember the morning I was admitted to treatment for the first time like it just happened this morning. It was April 1, 2012; I woke up early (several hours before departure) to shower, blow dry my hair, straighten it to perfection, get dressed, and put on my make-up. I had packed up a variety of clothing options for me to choose from for the weeks ahead of me as well as a blanket, art supplies, school books/notebooks, and toiletries. I was on auto-pilot, and no emotions were coming to the surface, that is until I bent down to pet my dog, Biscuit, "good-bye." Just typing that sentence out brings tears to my eyes, just as it did on that day. As I felt the tears forming in my always blood-shot eyes, I quickly stood back up and exited the house. Crying, according to the eating disorder in my head, was a sign of weakness so therefore it was not allowed in front of other people.