I Promise Myself

Every morning for the past 3 years I have awakened with the same situation, and every morning I promise myself it will be a better day.

I have been in hospitals for 21 months, then for another 6 weeks this year. I've been (ng)tube fed twice now, nothing works. Each time I promise myself, it will be the last time I go to the hospital and this time I will try my hardest, but I get home and that's when it starts all over again.

The constant staring in the mirror. Everything has to be perfect. Each morning I skip my so called meal plan. Ditch my breakfast from my dad, that I've chucked to my dog. Dinners were easy to get away with, he was never home to watch me. He is always there now, so I have to eat something.

It would take me probable 3 months to write down the whole of my story. Where it all began. The things I've done. What I've been through and learned from anorexia.

By the way am only 13. I am hoping one day that this will all be over with. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.

I plan on becoming a nurse and helping children with anorexia. I can talk with them about the 3 years of experience I've had/having with anorexia. I would also like to become a dietician.

I will probable write a book about anorexia when I'm older. And by the way, I've nearly died twice over the last 3 years.

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