I’m sorry that you have been given an eating disorder.
I’m sorry that you are living the same hell I am.
I’m sorry that I can’t put into words how I feel or what I think.
I’m sorry that this has gone on for so long.
I’m sorry that you are the one that has seen my body change the most.
I’m sorry that I am secretive.
I’m sorry that sometimes I just don’t want to talk about it.
Today we celebrated Auntie Sara’s 100 birthday. 100 years. She has seen a lot, been through a lot and has a family that is absolutely crazy about her. We are so lucky.
I am so lucky. Always surrounded by good – sorry I mean great things.
This will end. You will get Lisa back.