Pit pat. Pit pat.  Continous sound from the rain that tapped on my window. It was extremely quiet and dark. It was soothing. At the moment, I didn't have unwanted questions bombarded at me.       " Did you eat today?" "Remember to eat, ok?" 

   My fist clenches at those words "to eat". Many ignorant people believe that it is the solution to my problem. It is even more than that. Its tough. But who said life was easy right? 

I stared at myself in the mirror. Daily challenges. My eyebags looked horrible. I couldn't sleep last night as I was flooded with memories that appeared in my dreams. Well more like nightmares. I love to sleep, well sometimes. It's either happiness and peace or agony and sufferment. You can control it other times you can't. Last night I couldn't control it. Thus I'm exhausted. 

I stared at myself in the mirror some more. My legs don't look like tree sticks but more like thick chopsticks. But to be honest, I see my legs as huge tree barks. I let out a huge sigh.  I have gained weight and it is taking time to get used to this. But I really don't see the point in doing this, I rather be at peace.......

                                                                                                                                     ​                                                                              ....under my grave.

My name is Park Shin Hye, I suffer from anorexia and was sent to the hospital for recovery.

......Will I ever recover?