It’s Just Satire

I’m not sure if I’m going to continue chronicling a day in the life of an inpatient eating disordered girl. It’s sort of turning into this monstrous epic. Originally it began as a few pages, and it’s now turned into a mammoth novel that is probably turning lackluster. Maybe I just have an immoral sense of humor or something, I don’t know. I thought it was funny. But I’m not so sure some of my other readers feel the same way.

For the record, the Center for Change has in many ways saved my life, and I mean that in the very literal sense of the word. I am very grateful to them for their inspired program that helps so many.

I am one who finds it necessary to discover the humor in life to get by, to live, to thrive. Anorexia is such a somber subject, and rightly so. But I believe there is no harm in finding any way to find humor in a life that can be so cruel. It’s how I survive.

Satire, humor. I loves it. It is as necessary to me as oxygen.
But I’m not sure if I should continue, because I have no desire to offend other people who maybe do not have the same viewpoint as me. I’ll sleep on it.