I feel like a puppet these days and I’m not entirely sure how many different people are holding the strings. It’s quite confusing having a disorder that makes one feel in complete control, all the while losing more and more of it as the days pass by. It’s the 4th of July and my head is spinning about what I have to do tomorrow. Enjoying the present has been an unattainable feat. I know these struggles all too well, yet here I sit lost in the depths of my eating disorder yet again. Engulfed in a web of lies, I reach out for help only to realize I don’t know how to let anyone help me.