I do not have one single hour to relax, I have so many therapies, so much to take care of and it just keeps getting more and more. And at the same time, I keep thinking, what is the point? I will be out of here in 10 days anyway, so why do I even put all the energy that is left in these therapies? Why do I even agree to one conversation after the other with one of the team members when they do not give a s**t what happens to me after they throw me out on May 24th? Right now, all I see, when they talk to me telling me how concerned they are about my state, is their hipocracy. If they were really so concerned about me, they would not cling to that impossible goal to gain 12 pounds in less than 2 weeks, they would realize that this is not realistic and not doable, they would see the state I am in and treat me as an individual and not just a number.
I love this place, I really like most of the therapists, doctors and the nurses, but I do not understand how they could willingly decline someone who needs help, someone who came to this place as a last resort, their much needed treatment.
No matter what they say, they know that I will hit rock bottom again the moment I will be thrown out, and they do not care.
I am sorry for this rant so early in the morning, but I am desperate, I am angry, I am said and I am helpless and I needed to put it all out there.