Update

In case you've been wondering, I left treatment.

Ok, I got kicked out. 

I got kicked out because I was purging and yelling and fighting and cutting up my arms and "fostering a toxic and triggering environment among patients."  So that's that.

I was living in a hotel for a while. I was jobless and homeless for a while. My mom took me back in for a while (against "bottom line" intervention agreement) and then threw me out when the rest of the family stopped talking to her. 

Since then, I've worked at a laundromat, a gas station, a cafe, and a party store. At separate times, of course.  I've lived in more hotels, in a car, on the street.  I couldn't afford food, I lost weight quickly.  I actually got down to 130! It was amazing to feel actually good about myself again! 

^me at 130.

Currently, I'm renting a bedroom in southwest Virginia from a nice old couple who live on a farm.  I work on the farm to pay my stay and I work at a quick stop convenience store for extra cash to get back on my feet. 

I'm binging and purging on a regular basis. It's not as bad as it's been in the past, but into worse than its been for a while. I spend too much money on binge food.  Sometimes I binge and do not purge...

I've gained weight since my living situation changed. I don't feel comfortable disclosing my weight, but let it be known that the numbers DO put me slightly back in the overweight category.

Obviously, I'm kind of a hot mess.

^ me, now, on the farm with the owners' grandson.

^me, singing karaoke at a bar in the "downtown" scene (which is pretty pathetic in terms of most downtown scenes, but it IS  southwest VA-- think real, actual Hicksville...)

I have no contact with my family. Not my choice. 

I've been trying to contact old friends, but everyone is treating me like I'm the plague... 

I'm alone and lonely and sick and depressed (no $ for my antidepressants). 

This is how I live now.