And I like it. Cos it is the old-lady kinda ugly name that embodies this disorder.
Sometimes I wonder whether I am the only EDNOS that feels like a failure. It's like a diagnosis that says: you are not quite sick enough for us to help. It's like - lose xkgs more, and they you'll meet the clinical definition of Ana. Or learn to throw up 3 times a week, then you'll be Mia.
It's crazy thinking, but I can't quite stop it.
And part of me keeps thinking, just lose those xkgs more to get you to the diagnosis, to be really sick and allow someone to help.
