My writing has been a form of release for me. I've spent the past 2 years trying to get help for my 16-year-old daughter, who was bulimic from 12-14 yrs old, then became anorexic. Eating disorders have a 20% mortality rate. I had no idea until I started research. I can't even begin to describe the horrors she, and I, went through-the nights I held her, feeling every bone in her back, trying to get her to sleep while she sobbed and begged me to let her die. Suicidal twice, almost died of a heart attack. Her dad didn't help at all, but was jealous of the care I had to give her. I was alone. I am still tortured, even as she gets well, thank God