I'm not in the mountains. Nor am I at home. Instead, I'm in a hospital hooked up to a machine. My heart rate is 40 beats for minute and I weighed in at 90 pounds. I'm at risk at dieing from a fatal arrhythmia. I don't want to keep this a secret anymore from my readers, I suffer from Anorexia Nervosa. Am I ashamed? No. I have vowed to get better, and I will. After my heart level raises to a stable range, I will be discharged and then I will go live in an inpatient treatment center.
I love you all.