how do you tell if you're where you're supposed to be?

Man, it's been awhile since I've posted, I know. There hasn't really been much time. I spend eleven hours a day at a program deep in SA, surrounded by some of the most supportive girls I have ever met, all dealing with similar issues to the ones I am. I have made such great friends, and I honestly don't think I've ever felt so loved.

There is just one problem.
When everything is over, and they decide that I am well and healthy again, I will have to leave.

It's hard to explain how much I love being at the program. The days are long, the groups are exhausting and the little thing we have to do every day at 8:30, 10:30, 12:30, 3:30, and 6:30 is draining and emotional. But I am surrounded and lifted up by the most amazing group of girls I have ever, ever known, and I make it through each day with the knowledge that I am cared about. My journey, (and for those who don't know, I'll tell you someday) is a long one, and it's far from over. I expect to struggle for a long time, and I'm not one hundred percent sure that I'll ever be able to shut this out of my life completley, but I do know that for now, Courtney, Charlotte, Holly, Vivian, Leah, Kimberley, Cayman, Ali, Joan, Liz, Lauren, Hannah, Kenedy, Mikayla, and Alicea are what keep me going right now. I am so grateful that I get to spend all day with them!

(But for the record, I miss all of my "old" friends too. & Lindsey, if you're reading this, I was touched by your post. I mostly miss that someone [you] too.)