A wake up call.

Friday 3rd November

Today I woke up lying in a hospital bed. The doctor has told me that if I don’t change my ways I would die. That’s all I really needed, a wake up call, reality check, whatever it is you call it; I needed it.

How could I have been so stupid? My best friend tried telling me over and over to get help, but I didn’t want to hear it, why would I want to hear it? Now, because of my stubbornness I am lying here helpless. My parents at least have taken notice; they aren’t as self obsessed as they normally are. I can’t help wondering though, if I never ended up in hospital would they have ever known? I know that they are my parents and they will love me no matter what, but do they know me, I mean really know me?

Being in here has given me time to think. I now realise how stupid I was to put myself in such a dangerous position. I don’t even know where to begin to get help; maybe the doctor will be able to help me with that. Admitting I have a problem makes me feel pathetic and vulnerable. I feel as if I should be at one of those meetings, you know the ones, where you stand up and say;

“Hello I’m Shaun and I suffer from Anorexia.”