So, it's been about four months since I reentered treatment for my eating disorder. I've made tremendous progress, and have made my way through the program to the IOP (Intensive Outpatient Program) level of care, which means I'm going to program for 4 hours a day, five days a week. When I'm not in program, I'm working as an arcade attendant at Peppermill Resort and Casino. This is the first real job I've held. Ever. I got the email that told me I would be a guardian at RTX 2017 during my first week or two in residential care, and it has been such a massive motivation to continue through my recovery progress.
As the beginning of May is here, and planning for RTX is becoming more and more intense, life is becoming far more real to me than it's been in a very long time. I've gone from staying in my apartment all day, skipping classes, hardly eating, and suffering through extreme clinical depression paired with bipolar disorder and crippling anxiety, to living in the world, contributing, feeling legitimately happy 80% of the time, eating, and providing for myself. I am so incredibly proud of myself. Sometimes it's hard to see the progress I've made, but taking a step back from everything and looking at it from the greater perspective, I can see that I've done some seriously hard work.