Here goes, I’m 17 F, i got diagnosed with anorexia when i was 11 and i been in n out of inpatient hospitals and rehabs for mh and eating disorders since then, self harm, therapy, purging, i used to torture myself with exercise every day 24/7, i currently go to an online school for mh struggles,  i dont see friends, don’t eat stuff i enjoy, don’t sit down, i have therapy and i am on meds, i also have autism and people try to help but i don’t want help anymore. I don’t want to be here, I’m so tired so angry and living is torture, death seems comforting. The only thing stopping me is the fear of the unknown of what happens after