I'm probably not actually back. But I'm back to not eating and spending hours reading blogs and immersing myself in the world of make-believe and it is keeping me sane.
I don't really want to say what happened. My only reason to eat went away and now it's ok again?
I find it so sad that this is the truth. I'd actually thought I'd gotten better, but I've come to the realisation that I can eat for other people but I can't eat for me. I am strangely okay with this, probably because I have been running on empty for a week now and I still can't look at food. You've got to love what a broken heart can do for an eating disorder.
On the other hand, despite the small matter of the broken heart, I feel amazing. I've been overseas and had my world infinitely expanded. I feel like I can do anything I want, I just need to work out exactly what that will be.
It's exciting and the world is full of possibilities...