That one time I recovered by myself and felt like I "failed at having anorexia"
The dead you don't bury come back to haunt you. Is that a real saying or did I just make it up? In any case, it is something I know too well. When I was teenager I got sick with anorexia. I was largely in denial about my disease. Not in the sense that I didn't know I was sick, but that I wore my sickness like a badge of honour. But when I started to lose my hair, I finally reached out for help. I didn't really want to get better, but I intended to see if the doctor could give me something that would allow me to keep my hair and continue restricting. This would have been the moment for any health care professional to intervene. Young, underweight woman with fatigue and hair loss. I don't know how it could have been any more obvious. Instead no one intervened. The doctor said because I've had a bowl of fruit that morning, I couldn't have an eating disorder. He did a blood test which came back fine and sent me home. And at home no one was really concerne...