After a year and a half of dealing with my eating disorder, my mom couldn't take it anymore and sent me to a specialist. There, my doctor officially diagnosed me with anorexia nervosa, which was the start of trying to beat the battle I had taking place in my own head. That was the beginning of the biggest test of my life that revealed to me who I really was.
My supernatural help, was my mother. No matter what, my mom pushed herself to the limits, and stayed strong while watching her daughter slowly disappear. She remained my strength and my shoulder to cry on whenever her oldest daughter was dying, and their was nothing she could do.
Throughout my whole journey, it seemed almost as if the doctor's office became my second home. That was all my life consisted of. All of the counseling, the weight checks, and countless times of trying to explain the monster i was fighting in my own head. To this day, i cannot weight myself. Its an unhealable wound.