Inspiring post on anorexia by BeautyBeyondBones. If you replace “anorexia” with “depression”, I also find these words to fit beautifully within that context.
When I talk to people who lived through my anorexia with me, the overwhelming theme is that people didn’t know how they could help me.
They felt their hands were tied. They saw their friend/daughter/sister rapidly wasting away right before their eyes, and they felt helpless.
They didn’t know how to get through to me. They didn’t want to say the wrong thing and trigger a blow up or melt down. And yet they wanted to express their concern.
Meanwhile, I was pushing everyone away, withdrawing from the world, so that I could be alone with my eating disorder, not having to show my friends how sick my mind really was.
But looking back, I’ve come to realize that above all else, there is one thing that is paramount when it comes to dealing with eating disorder sufferers…
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