In 2014, after spending exactly half my life battling an eating disorder, I was tired. Debilitating mental anguish aside, the logistics of cobbling together a treatment team are kind of a nightmare. I was tired of coordinating appointments and relaying messages between doctors, dietitians, and therapists, and I was tired of filing insurance claims hoping to recover a fraction of my out-of-pocket expenses. After 15 years of navigating the complexities of the Sloth Camping Team We Will Get There When We Get There Shirt treatment world solo, I was ready to ask for help. That was when I learned what help in the form of traditional eating-disorder care actually looks like and costs.