During this struggle of anorexia with my daughter, I have aged , physically and mentally. I have always looked older than my siblings and yet I am the youngest. That I have had all my life, my late husband was younger than me so every time I look at an old photograph, I can see it for myself.
Stress can do so much to a person's appearance. Depression hasn't helped by no means . I have aged. Losing my husband to cancer at the age of 40 and now battling my daughter's eating disorder, hasn't been easy. My aunt said I needed a halo for putting up with it all. I don't know, it has become a way of life and if I could gain back any years for myself, I would give them to my daughter to live a day stronger.
For every step I take forward, sometimes I feel like I fall on my face. Setbacks, just minor ones, feel like major huddles. If only there was a person I could have hold me and tell me things are going to be ok, then maybe I would gain some strength back but there isn't. The best thing for us is to never give up hope.
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