Two and a half months ago I was admitted to the Children's Hospital of Philadelphia via ambulance and stretcher. Two and a half months ago I was told I would have been lucky to have been alive for another week or two. Two weeks post admittance, I was quasi-unexpectedly transported, by ambulance once again, to Princeton University Medical Center's Eating Disorder Unit. But wait, I was supposed to move back to Pittsburgh and begin my senior year of college. Instead of attending the first day of classes, I attended psychotherapy groups. Instead of eating in the dining halls, I dined in the community room. In two days I will be discharged from the EDU with no set plan of what to do next. Most importantly, two and a half months later, I am alive and well--and still in purple.
"You can't change the past, but you can ruin the present by worrying about the future."