I don't write about this a lot. It's not really mine to write about, and yet there are days the pain is so raw that I feel like any second I will collapse in tears. Sometimes a few tumble out unexpected, without provocation.
My sister is back on the long, hard path to recovery. She is back where she's measured and monitored. She has checked herself into in-patient treatment for her eating disorder.
If you have words of hope to share with her, please email me and I'll send along her mailing address. She can use every bit of strength this time, her third time in the hospital - another long stay. I know you may not know her personally, but even if you can send a postcard to remind her that she deserves to get better, and that there are so many people who love her.