I haven’t blogged for over a month. That’s crazy for me. Life has been a little overwhelming, to say the least, and sitting down to pour my heart our has seemed utterly impossible until today.
My son — my beautiful, amazing, complex, challenging and the very joy of my heart son — is anorexic. He’s starving himself right in front of me.
For many months now, we thought he had a medical condition. As the pounds fell off we went from doctor to doctor searching for answers. 30 pounds and counting: He is now six foot 1 and weighs 115 pounds. JUST 115 pounds.
As test after test came back normal, my mother’s intuition grew increasingly stronger. That nagging feeling that it wasn’t — it isn’t — something physical at all. That horrible knowing that builds and builds and builds until you can’t look away any more. He isn’t physically…
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