A Shift in the Narrative
I had started this blog with a story to tell: the story of our family’s experiences stemming from my daughter’s serious eating disorder. The story started almost three years ago with the shocking realization that Guzzy was critically ill with a diagnoses of severe anorexia, which led to multiple hospitalizations; failed treatments; days of desperation; long weeks and months of re-feeding; the slow climb to weight restoration; the even slower climb to brain function restoration; and of her gradual reclamation of life.
Now; our paths are diverging–as mother/daughter stories must do. Guzzy is a young woman now: making more of her own choices; dealing with the stresses of life, relationships, jobs, etc. and she is taking ownership of her remaining recovery journey. For her — that is part of growing up. For me — it is part of letting go.
It isn’t easy: She lives with us, and as I have told her: a large part of the ‘mom’ job description is to worry; a tendency that is heightened by her history. We are navigating the seas of her increased independence together.