I'm gonna keep this comparatively short (it would be a few pages typed if i told the full story) and to the point
For the past six months I have been fighting a downward battle with anorexia and two days ago i hit my, what I hope, was the lowest point in my life. I visited the doctor to my weekly weigh in(to monitor my progress with the anorexia) and results were fatal. I slumped to 104 pounds and my heart rate was sitting at 37 bpm on the EKG. At 5 foot 10 inches and being a fully developed man my BMI dipped below 15.
Yesterday i was admitted for inpatient care at a children's hospital where i will spend my Christmas morning getting myself medically stable. I originally had plans to fly to Ireland to attend my Grand-Parents 50th anniversary, but my doctor is worried that my heart won't be able to handle it
I'm mingling with death and I'm really fucking scared to say the least, thank you for listening