“Okay Jordie, it’s really time to get out now…” my dad calmly explained to me for the fifth time, and he was right. As I climbed out from the passenger side of my dads truck the bitter cold air whipped me in the face, almost like karma was trying to slap me for all the self destruction that got me to this point.
12.12.12 the first day of the rest of my life and I had absolutely no idea what I was in for. A typical Wednesday morning during December in New England, well the weather was normal at least. Nothing about this day was typical for me, my world was about to be flipped and change forever, wether I wanted it to or not. This date will forever be engraved in my brain, I was admitted to McLeans Hospital (Klarman Center for Eating Disorders)….