To one of the care techs at my first inpatient treatment center,
I was so scared. I had never been in treatment before and I wasn't sure I wanted to be there. All of my coping skills were being taken away and I felt like I just wanted to run for the door and back to the world I knew... my eating disorder. I was so sad, so lost, and I was sitting by myself on the couch that first day. I didn't talk. I didn't know what to say. I didn't know what to do. But I remember you coming over and sitting next to me. You smiled and introduced yourself. The caring that I saw in your eyes made me feel comforted. You talked to me for a long time, and I felt like you cared about what I had to say. You were the first person who made me feel safe in such a scary place. And 6 years later, I haven't forgotten that day. I never will. Because you cared. Because you listened to me. And you did every day until my discharge date. And I want to thank you for that. You were a healer with a heart, and you probably won't ever know the impact you made on me - but it was a big one. You were there for me during the meals, you were there for me afterwards when I needed someone to calm me down. You were there for me after hard sessions with my therapist, dietitian, or doctor. You were there when I got in trouble. You were there to help calm my anxiety. You were always there when I needed you. And that meant a lot to me. You were there at the beginning. You helped me to be brave. And I will never forget that.
a girl who was once lost but has now found her way