I used to have anorexia. It was a period from December 2009 up until about May 2011. It was awful. When I started to starve myself, I was constantly getting teased at school, had no friends, and was the fat kid. I would skip breakfast, throw my lunch away, and eat little at dinner. It got the point where I was preparing all of my meals myself, counting every calorie, and eating around a 1,000 calories everyday. Eventually, I started seeing a pediatrician for my eating disorder, and in 2010 I reached 88 pounds. I looked like a walking skeleton, yet I still thought I was fat, and food occupied my every thought. I gave up on having relationships with other people and going out to eat just so I could starve myself. I was almost put in the hospital. Back in November of 2010, I had a panic attack, and thought I was dying. Soon after I started seeing a psychiatrist and was put on Prozac to treat my depression and obsessive compulsive tendencies. It wasn't until about a month later when I was put on Zyprexa for my anxiety and to boost my appetite. Ever since then, with the help of several doctors and the medication, I've been able to recover from my illness. I would say I'm almost symptom-free nowadays. However, I have been diagnosed with an under active thyroid as a result of my illness.
It truly is a living hell of a disorder. I am lucky to have had such great support from my family. Without them, I doubt I would be here today.