By the time i reached, you know, 15 years old, my friends had like a little intervention with my parents. My doctor diagnosed me with anaraxia. Also, my family was low income. We had no insurance. There wasn't really a way to treat it. I saw counsellor for a while, but i just kept getting worse. And i did end up in one of those bodies like you see in the daytime television, looking pretty scary and medically unstable. It continued in this kind of like internal civil war until my third year of college,. essentially, like it had become so out of control again.