I hated that I’d missed an opportunity to see the sun. No one ever thinks about how lucky they are to see the sun daily.
Very personal tidbit, but I totally get this. When I was 17 I had been struggling with a pretty severe eating disorder and my family decided enough was enough and placed me in a trauma and eating disorder recovery program. It was basically a psych ward, it was attached to one as well. We weren’t treated very well and there were no windows, one clock that was broken and we went outside 3 times the 6 months I was there. It did its job though, I never wanted to go back there so I forced myself to battle a few of my demons. Turns out it was a little to late though, because when an eating disorder has gone to far it starts “eating” your heart tissue, and now I’m here:) Stuck in a forever cycle of the consequences of the mistakes of a young traumatized girl made
