As the day went on and on I began to think. I had a special notebook open as I scribbled down the information I knew and had learned from years and years of my own problems. I had my notebook open to the "Eating Disorder's" section as I began to write out more things about it.
I had titled the current page "Anorexia Nervosa" to make sure whoever finds this knows what disorder I was writing about. This is the least I can do. As I write this I realize the reason for doing so. I guess that as I let my pencil glide over the page I want to make someone else's life easier than mine. At the end of the day, I would have loved to have a book like this if I wasn't myself. It could help me get through my issues. However, I'm writing it. I'm not the lucky someone who gets help from the book.
That's when I notice his eyes wandering over to the book. I let him read as I write more information. I write down an overview and then symptoms. I go into detail on Physical and Emotional (or well Behavioral) symptoms. I notice however that he mouths "Dizziness or fainting".
He wasn't just staring in blankness. He was reading what I had written on the page. Each second I find myself writing more for his sake. He seems like he needs the information. I begin to write about when to see a doctor and then write to refer to the chapter titled "Doctors, Emergency Rooms, and Mental Hospitals". I write causes and risk factors and he reads over it with his big blue eyes. I keep going into Complications and finally Prevention. I write hotlines and addresses to nearby hospitals. Then finally I close it as the bell rings. Part of me is glad to be writing a book to help someone out there.
I tuck the Disorder Bible into my bag and prepare to go to one place I hate most. Lunch.