I swear to god I had recovered.
I didn’t get help or anything but I though I had gotten over this illness by myself, but now I’m not so sure.
I’m home alone tonight and my mum was calling me about what’s in the fridge for me to eat for dinner and I don’t know why but the flashback of how if I was home alone I used to not eat dinner just brought everything back.
Now I’m crying in my room thinking about if I should eat or not and I feel like maybe I didn’t recover at all.








