Needless to say, the hospital program wasn't working. Idina was only getting sicker and sicker. We had to try another route.
Around the time my parents began checking out 24-hour facilities for eating disorders, I got the stomach flu.
Now, if you know me really well, you know that my #1 fear, above anything else, is throwing up. I will seriously hyperventilate and even start crying (which is saying A-L-O-T for me) if I hear that someone in the same building as me has the stomach flu. I cannot possibly overemphasize how much I hate throwing up.
So as this stomach flu came upon me, and as my family was figuring out what to do with Idina, I slowly began to develop anxiety. Terrible anxiety. Panic attacks like I haven't even known existed. It was awful - still is, because to this day I suffer from anxiety and panic attacks.
But it gets worse.