have been ripped apart by eating disorders.
Not just anorexia.
Bulimia. Binge-eating. And the ones without labels that are just as serious.
A husband who’s quit his job and is now a full-time carer for a wife who wants to die.
An eighty year-old who has fought anorexia since she was a teen and whose daughter and now grand-daughter are sufferers too.
A young man who should be in the prime of his life, but spends his days locked in his room and exercising alone.
A thirteen year-old anorexic whose heart has stopped twice and is right now fighting for life in an intensive care unit.
I’ve spoken to a psychologist who says this: ‘No one with an eating disorder gets better by themselves’.
If you’re struggling, please – get help.