My Screwed Up Life

I was all alone in a small boarding school totally unaware of the disaster that was about to strike home.

Let me start from the beginning. I never had a good relationship with my dad, he was always the self centered kind of guy who was physically abusive to me and my siblings but never hit my mom. Growing up I was also sexually abused by my brother, but was too scared to say anything about it. When I turned fourteen, I realized it was time for me to move out of my house and therefore went to a small boarding school in Richmond, Virginia. I missed my mom very much and felt really lonely. I decided to tell my mom everything and move back home, so I called my mom and told her about my brother; she sent him to a place where he would receive the right help. Plans were made for me to go home the next week.

Two days prior to my flight home, I received a call from my mom. My dad had come home drunk and threw my mom across the room, she broke a few ribs and punctured her lungs, ending in a divorce. I was completely broken by this and not knowing how to relieve the tremendous burden, I turned to what I thought would help me feel better about myself, and in control of my life,  anorexia. I was 5'7" and weighed 140 pounds. Within two months I was down to eighty-five pounds. I went into cardiac arrest and for the first time my family realized something was wrong. I was hospitalized that year and five additional times since. I’m now eighteen years old and I was just released from my last hospitalization one month ago. I’m trying hard now to make it my last treatment EVER and have a full recovery.