Anorexia has one of the highest mortality rates out of all mental illnesses. I remember when I first read that I was stricken with both fear and the feeling that ‘it’d never happen to me.’ This fact was read at the beginning of my downward spiral with anorexia nervosa. I knew something was wrong and began to spend a lot of time scouring the web. To this day I don’t know what I was looking for. Maybe there was a sense of pride that I could relate to such symptoms. Maybe I was trying to find a way of getting help without having to address the problem directly to my parents. Either way my mental health deteriorated further despite my knowledge of the mortality rates.
I’ve written and spoken about my experience with anorexia a number of times already and will continue to write and speak about it until the day I die. Luckily the way I die will not be anything to do with the eating disorder. Some people aren’t at lucky though and that is one of the things that hurts my heart the most. I know the pain of living with such an illness and I know how difficult it is to come out of it the other end. However, I am living proof that it is possible and if you suspect that you are developing or living with an eating disorder then I encourage you to seek help as soon as possible. If my Mum hadn’t forced me to go to the doctor, if we left it a year later, a month later even, things may have ended up completely different to what they are now.