I am so exhausted. All the doctor appointments, research and talk of health and disease is really beginning to get to me. It's starting to mess with my mind and play tricks on me.

The new diet is helping, but it's so hard to stick to. Especially without any real support from my family. Cooking for only myself is annoying and unmotivating. Going out to eat is almost impossible with them, because the places they like have nothing on the menu that I can eat. So I end up compromising, and I end up feeling sick afterwards. It's a vicious cycle. I miss The Compound. I feel like everyone there was so much more supportive and helpful than my family is. I feel like they are tolerating me and all this mess, and underneath the toleration they are just thinking that it must all be in my head.