It seems like a lifetime ago when I was in my late teens and my mom was in her late 40s. Those years are a distant memory, like a dream. Years I once tried to forget. It’s when my mom struggled with anorexia and major depression.
I was a self-absorbed 19-year-old, trying to navigate my way through my freshman year of college. At first, I didn’t notice that Mom wasn’t eating much. Until one day I watched her change her clothes. I was shocked to see how bony her arms, legs, and back were.
When I asked about her weight loss, she told me that it felt good not to eat. She felt in control. This made no sense to me. Why doesn’t she just eat?
I remember wondering why and how my mom could develop anorexia. I thought that only happened to teenagers.
In my late teens and early…
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