It’s Eating Disorders Awareness Week which only makes me aware of how much weight I’ve gained in “recovery” and how no one ever believes I used to suffer from anorexia because of how gluttonous & plump I am now.

I mean I guess I should be happier because I went shopping for jeans today and am down a pant size at Loft. Maybe it’s because I just had a shitty day at work but that accomplishment seems inane now.

and I wish I could elaborate on things that happened at work but you know, HIPPA. I guess to summarize, I was having one of those days where nothing I did or could do made a difference. I hate that helpless feeling. Leaves me feeling depressed and useless at a person and as a nurse.

our society unnecessarily lets too many people fall through the cracks.