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as a teen, tho I never completely stopped eating. I'm not sure if I had an end goal, but knew I felt trapped by the condition and my future only involved daily calorie planning.

It was a miserable existence and seemed like no way out. Giving up the misery was the only way, but the idea was incredibly anxiety provoking, for all sorts of complex reasons.

That only lasted a couple years though, and now about 30 years later am light years away from that nightmare, though still struggle some with food/body issues (esp around stressful low control times like elections-and this time more of a nausea issue).

Might be a good distraction at Thanksgiving dinner to bring up this heated topic in case politics gets too much!

I feel for the woman in the article, I can't imagine what a hellish existence her life must be, and the extreme tiredness she must be feeling, yet still lucid and energetic enough to put forth a coherent covincing case.

On some level I cheer her victory, on another wish I could help, somehow, inspire her to try for a life free of that personal hell.