I'm home! After 4 months I am finally out of treatment. I vow to never return. 9 months in treatment centers is enough for a lifetime. A little about my experience to the possible curiosities intrigued by treatment life. I lived in a mansion with a personal chef, a personal yoga instructor, Nia instructor, in-house doctor, psychologist, psychiatrist, and a dietician who plans all your meals, body guards who even stand outside the door while you are using the toilet and they are even kind enough to flush your business, whatever it may be! It's sweet really. There is a nurse there 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. And for the first 3 months you get the enjoyment of dates with the EKG machine and the vampire. Weight gain is always a pleasure. Also the fact that I wasn't exercise approved for 3 months because apparently I was in risk of having a heart attack. Actually I am really lucky. The doctor told me I could have had a heart attack any day and if I lived through it I would have been hooked up to a pacemaker the rest of my life never able to do physical activity. I am just blessed I was able to go in to treatment when I did. I would prefer not to be attached to a pacemaker at 23. All in all, it was a good experience. Those of you who have been to treatment centers know they are not the most pleasurable of experiences, but it really helped save my life. I don't mean to sound dramatic, but physically, my life was almost over and they saved it. Mentally I was ready to quit but they helped me to find happiness again. The past few days of freedom have been wonderful. They have been hard though, my eating disorder is still present, but I am ignoring it for the most part. I want a normal life. I want to eat a cheeseburger and not be adding up the calories of every bite only to dispose of it later. I am 23, I need a life and I didn't have one. I have another chance at it now! It's a great feeling!