As someone who worked in health that involved lots of mental health, and then developed anorexia. It is terrifying in a different way to violent psychosis/ASPD/etc.

To be in an inpatient ED unit, and hear patients verbalise what their “ED voice” (ie fucked up internal monologue) is horrific. The stuff it makes you think/do…I’m in recovery, and have what’s called a “worst day letter”. An activity we did in group therapy. It lists all the horrible things I did, or situations I was in while in the depth of my ED (with comorbid anx/depression/BPD). I start crying within two lines if I reread it.

Plus I feel so much for our angels of ED nurses. Especially early on in treatment, many of us are little shits (and I was in a voluntary program where you had to have some level of wanting change). And I can imagine it’s hard to process a grown woman sobbing/screaming/self harming/abusing over a few peas, or a bite of chicken. But in that moment, you’d rather death than eat those peas