I have decided to dedicate every Wednesday’s blog to telling the story of my treatment journey.

There were a lot of rules at my treatment center which made for a very serious and somber environment.  I guess that’s because patients were trying to recover from disorders that threatened their lives and structure was necessary.  We weren’t allowed to discuss specific types of foods or how we used symptoms.  It was hard to get used to at first and, of course, I stuck my foot in my mouth a couple of times before I caught on to the rules.  You see, there was no orientation so I was on my own to make the mistakes and endure the ensuing embarrassment.  I felt badly when I made these errors because I didn’t want to trigger any of the other patients.  I realized I was definitely on a steep learning curve.