No matter how effective the medications were in helping me regain my appetite or to reduce my anxiety, there was still an emotional factor that I was deprived from. One night, my mom came into my room, coaxing me to confide in her. I, however, was cruel to her by refusing to talk to her and completely ignoring her presence. My mom eventually could not maintain her poise and her frustration was released in the form of tears. She reached out to hug me, pleading me to cooperate with her. I too, in need of an emotional catharsis, burst into tears, apologizing to my mom for giving her such a hard time. It was during that moment in which I realized the mutual love between me and my family that encouraged me to fight my inner struggle.
That night, I took a big leap of faith in myself and knocked on my parent’s door for the first time in three months. Although I spent most of the night thinking about the irony within my words and actions, I fell asleep soundly right between my parents.
Coping with Food 