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Does Anorexia Ever Get Cured?

"Just eat! What's wrong with you?! JUST EAT!" -mother

February, 2010: Lose my best friend of five years. She's decided that we were "too different."

April, 2010: 16th birthday.

May, 2010: We move for the ninth time. The house burns down on our second day in it. The fire takes everything down with it, including my two cats and my teddy bear.

August, 2010: For the first time in my life, I weigh 105lbs. I'm 4' 11". Behind my back, my Nana says I am getting chubby. I decide to go on a diet. I am 16.

September, 2010: I begin individual therapy. 95lbs.

December, 2010: Diagnosed with extreme depression. On Christmas, I begin anti-depressants. 93lbs.

January, 2011: 90lbs.

"Wow, why would she waste all this time and money? She could have just eaten her damn food." -Grandparents

February, 2011: 80lbs. Hospitalized. Stay in the inpatient psychiatric unit. Supposed to stay for six weeks, but am clever with my words and am out in one. Diagnosed with OCD, Extreme Depression, Severe Anxiety, and Anorexia Nervosa.

"Just eat! What's wrong with you?! JUST EAT!" -Mother

March, 2011: Suicidal Ideation. Diagnosed with Major Depressive Disorder, Bi-Polar Disorder, OCD, Anorexia Nervosa, and Social Anxiety Disorder.

"It's just like heroine for a heroine addict. Only instead of being addicted to doing something, she's addicted to NOT doing something. To not eating." -Therapist

April, 2011: 17th birthday. 102lbs. Am I cured?

May, 2011: 90lbs. No. No I'm not.

"I love you, just saying. <3" -aunt

Today: Peanut butter cookie consumed. ... Maybe, this is the start of being healthy again?


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