Nothing bad has happened today, nobody's said or done anything to upset me. I thought I was doing alright. I was starting to feel happy again. Talking with a really nice guy who makes me smile and laugh. 
But today I had an appointment with the nurse for contraception for the first time in a few years and she noticed I'd lost a lot of weight. Of course she had to check everything was ok so I explained that I'd had a depressive spiral that triggered an eating disorder but I was doing better now.  
I don't have a problem talking about it because I am in a better place now. Or I thought I was. But after I left the appointment I just started crying on the way to work. And all day I've been fighting back tears.
I fucking hate it.