When I get angry… when I get impatient… when I get frustrated… I NEED to remind myself that, while she is (nearly) 22 on paper, her illness robbed her of the last 7 years or so. In actual reality (not by passport D.O.B.), she is only 15. A teenager, trying to figure it all out. Money, relationships, independence, belonging… the lot. Her eating disorder took over, and it is NOT her fault.
So when I get angry and impatient and frustrated, I NEED to remind myself that she feels just as lost as I once did…
That she’s doing what I did when I was 15.
Not what I was doing when I was 22.
Because she’s catching up.
Clawing her life back from this horrible, all-consuming illness.
Clawing it back from the darkest corners of her soul.
And I am so proud of her for doing that.
As the Mexican proverb goes: “They tried to bury us. They didn’t know we were seeds.”
Watching her grow and blossom is such an honour and a privilege.
Thank you. ❤