I was reading this interview with a nun that's struggled with anorexia for over 50 years. My heart broke as I read the opening lines:
Anorexia has been a part of my life for more than 50 of my 61 years. It has been a friend really. Having it is like being with somebody who takes away your feelings. Anything you can't cope with, you put into anorexia. Once you confront it, as I have in recent years, you are left alone.
How can you help someone who's only friend is a self destructive disease? I'm not sure I'll ever know how.
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