"I don't think you were psychotic," said my therapist. "But I think you were approaching a line where you were maybe a little detached from reality."
"It was scary," I conceded.
I wanted it to be like a vacation. But it wasn't.
"It sounds terrifying," she said.
No shit, I thought.
But my conscious, responsible self said, "I just don't want to be fat."
"And you're not fat," she answered.
"But I am," I insisted. "I know you think I'm imagining this. But I'm not imagining the jelly rolls."
"There's a spectrum with OCD," she said. "And you're having moments where you're on the severe end of it. I know those fears feel real. But they're not. And it's important to remember that. An eating disorder interacting with severe OCD can feel so real. You need to maintain perspective."
I DON'T CARE ABOUT PERSPECTIVE.