Caught in a nightmare of fear, the days and weeks went by as I struggled to break out of the darkness. My friends knew something was up. I’m a big dude and I wasn’t eating. Something was wrong with me. I was like a zombie. My Mom would have to make my lunch. I didn’t want to wait in line at school, I just wanted to go off and eat on my own. Every morning she would give me a little sack lunch with a sandwich in it. She kept asking if I was sure that I only wanted one sandwich. At best, I would only eat half of it. For some little girl, that might be normal but that definitely was not normal for me.
I knew my friends were talking about me. I did my best to talk and laugh like I was fine, but my eyes would show it. I would say, “I’m fine guys, I’m fine, I’m cool.” But I wasn’t. I wasn’t fine at all. Continue reading