So I fixed it, slowly but surely.
He said I could leave. After four years of struggling, battles with anorexia, anxiety and pain, the doctor said, "congratulations. You're in control." What had started out as a nuisance (pain in my stomach no matter what I did) had turned into a full blown, out of control whirlwind of pain and fear, consuming me and eating away at me until the latest doctor said, "If you can't fix this, you will die. Soon." So I fixed it, slowly but surely, until finally I was free.
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