I will never forget the car journey home from the clinic after I was diagnosed with anorexia. I sat in the back seat, looked out the window and let everything sink in.
The week that followed was the first week where I didn’t dance, horseride, do PE or even walk to school. Before all of this had happened, I used to worship those occasional car rides to school, but now the regular car rides back and forth felt like rubbing salt in the wound. It was during those car rides that I realised how much I enjoyed walking to school with my mother in the early morning. I guess it’s true what they say: you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone. more
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