Breakfast was obscene. I can’t do this today, especially on my birthday of all days.
I had to eat so much food. Two hardboiled eggs, a corn muffin, two containers of Rice Chex with Lactaid, coffee, a blueberry Greek yogurt, and strawberries. I can’t keep this up today. I just can’t. If I even start to think about the amount of calories and carbs and sugar and fat I just consumed, I want to run far far away and be sick and never ever come back.
They say your birthdays are supposed to be happy. They’re the anniversaries of the day you were brought into this world. The celebration of your beginning your journey to find your purpose in life.
Today isn’t a happy birthday. I wish it were. Really I do. But how can it be when I’m stuck in the hospital with no motivation, forced to eat ridiculous amounts of food, and suffering from disorders that are slowly stripping away my desire to live?
Sorry for the truly depressing post on what should be a positive occasion.