Starving

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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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