Or so my Eating Disorder told me. I pretty much gave my life to Anorexia, I believed everything it told me, I let it lure me in. The more I listened the worse it got, the iller I became. But I couldn't stop, I NEEDED it in my life, it was my friend, it helped me feel in CONTROL, it helped me EARN 'rest' 'nourishment', and life itself. Albeit if that 'rest' was a 10 minute break from my workout or that 'nourishment' was a tin of kids spagetti hoops and a a few grapes for afters. These little things in life I had to EARN, I had to WORK for. Working out became an obsession, excessively cleaning became a normal everyday thing, I had to do these things, they were rules I had to follow. Nourishment and rest is something everyone needs, I knew that, but when I was in the depths of Anorexia these things I didn't deserve and Anorexia also convinced me I didn't need or want them either because I was 'happy' and 'fine' living in this lit