A new shift of nurses welcomed me brightly as I walked into the unit, the optimism draining from their faces immediately as they took in my disheveled appearance – hospital scrubs hanging off my underweight body. Trash bag of soiled clothes in hand. And the trails of that one dab of mascara smeared all the way down my puffy, tear-stained face.
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