In my last piece, I mentioned that I've been conversing with "Michelle," someone who struggles with bulimia.
Over the past few days, she's mentioned how guilty she feels about the money her parents will have to spend for her to go in inpatient treatment. I let her know that I totally understand.

God only know what my parents spent for outpatient treatment, therapists, support groups, etc. That was before I went to inpatient treatment. Inpatient cost a lot of money. Fortunately, according to my mom, they got most of it reimbursed, but wouldn't tell me how much they ended up paying. I tried a different aproach with my dad to disarm him. I spoke casually, as if it was an afterthought, asking how much they ended up paying after being reimbursed. My dad gave an estimate, and my heart dropped and wanted to cry. Holy crap, I thought, that's a nice car.
















