For me, it's being reminded that no matter how hard I try I am not in control of my eating disorder, my psychosis, and my emotional regulation. I will always be in a tailspin, and I will lose everything for my inability to fix myself—the love of my life, my free time, any trust I've earned with my family, my attendance at college. I don't want to lose any of that, so might as well take it away myself before my illness does, yeah?
Oh, and also being reminded of the fact that the damage done to my girlfriend from her eating disorder will most likely never be undone and my brain will never be able to accept the fact that she is a different person now. So much lost, and yet here I am struggling with My lifelong disorder that I value fixing less than hers. What's wrong with me? It'd all slide into place if I could fix myself, but I can't. Hell.