I can understand where you are comming from in part. I grew up in a violent house-hold. I hated my father but despite this when my mom finally devorsed I became anorexic,at the age of 19. Everything you've known changes and you have to get back control somewhere in your life. Even after I started eating I turned vegitarian, not as a life style choice but as a way of control. Many times I thought of killing myself, but then I found something to hang on to, my furbuts. Even now my life is not my own as I care for my mother, the dogs are my reason to stay calm, an excuse to go out for a walk, something to focus on when I feel down. They need me and I chose for them to be here they weren't forced on me.I also am hyperglycemic but I try and stay healthy for them. I take each day as it comes. Sometimes it just helps to know your not the only one out there. |