heyo, its me Nova again, yeah I'm back but this time I'm getting help.
When my weight dropped down to 90 pounds I knew I had to get help and fast I loved being skinny but I didn't even look good I looked gross with no weight my clothes were practically falling off my body.
I told a teacher I trusted very much and still do and he directed me to places I could get help.
ive been going to a mental heath center 3 times a week, and I think its helping (I think)
ive had a few relapses but that's ok its part of the process.
it hasn't been easy its been so hard its harder sometimes than others but I will get there.
they started by setting a meal plan for me it sucks but yeah, then they made me choose a weight goal, I chose 110 pounds.
sometimes I feel like giving up, but a part of me tells me not to and I hope I always choose to listen to the part of me that tells me not to.
eating disorders are no joke an dare a bitch to come back from this story is just a over view of my challenge with this. and this story is sped up a lot what was a sort read was a 3 year battel that I fight to this day.
if you are struggling with this please reach out it gets better and it gets easier.
love you all hope to see you in the next short story.
