With this whole disorder relapse thing, it’s been a rollercoaster. It’s been 3 months, and I can finally say that I’m getting better. :veryhappy: I’m stronger, my energy is getting better, and I don’t dread waking up anymore. :P

Throughout this whole thing, I’ve been able to separate the friends from the real friends. I’ve realized most good and stabile relationships have a balance between the giving and taking. And this was the one time where I really needed some of the ‘giving.’

Even though I kinda sabotaged myself and didn’t let on to how much pain I was in, there were some kids who could see through it and let me know they were there for me. Others, I told, thinking that I could automatically get some extra care and kindness, and I received nothing. And then there was the other side: the ones who I did tell, and let me know they were there for me. :)

I cleaned up my room and desk today. I also put away my laundry. :cool: Something I haven’t been able to do since November. :hopeful: