Hope at Every Age – Developing an Appetite for Recovery

Hope at Every Age – Developing an Appetite for Recovery

I am in Sixth Grade at school and I am developing Anorexia Nervosa. My parents are worried sick about me. They think I won’t make it to my 12th birthday. No one understands me. I don’t understand, either. I only know that I have to lose weight. I am too scared to eat. Food makes me anxious.

Powerful thoughts drive me to eat less and exercise more every day. It is like something has taken over my brain, telling me what to do, and punishing me if I disobey.

If in reading this you recognize yourself or someone you love – keep reading. Even though I got worse: much, much worse, I want you to know that I got better. There was no treatment for Anorexia and Bulimia in the 1960s when my illness developed. I was in my 30s when a correct diagnosis was given, and that’s when I began a 20-year journey to regain my identity.

Follow my journey and share my ongoing freedom through the pages of Hope at Every Age – Developing an Appetite for Recovery, a compilation of my first six months of blogging, June to December 2011. At every age, there is HOPE.