Life After An Eating Disorder

I'll miss you forever

A few Thursday's after that, I sprained my elbow at gymnastics, which I happily joined, being the reason I chose to recover.... well that and dance. That sounds so lame. I didn't even know spraining your elbow was a thing. And it took a whole week for me to be cleared and allowed to go back into this sport I loved dearly.
However, the day I got back, I sprained my ankle. It wasn't as painful as the last time I sprained my ankle, but I couldn't believe that I hurt the same ankle doing the same thing at the same spot, expect the accidents were a year apart.
Once I got home, I couldn't stop crying.... I cried for my ankle, I cried because I wouldn't be able to do gymnastics, I cried for being left out of dance, I cried for an important character dying on my favorite T.V. show, I cried for needing crutches, I cried for my brothers moodiness, I cried because my dogs were barking, I cried because I was home alone, but mostly, I cried because I recovered for nothing, I chose to get over my anorexia for gymnastics and dance, which is the one thing I can't do due to my injuries. At least this day can't get any worse.
I try to be optimistic, and I believe that I fool everyone that I'm always looking on the bring side of things.... but that doesn't describe me at all. I know things can get worse than expected. I could've broken my ankle. A car could drive through the front of my house. Someone I love could be diagnosed with cancer. And me saying these things is the realist side of me showing.... but I didn't think my day could get any worse than it actually did.

I go to Lake George every year. I go with a few family friends. There's the Rankles, Rieds, and Easparas. Last year, I was anorexic at this certain lake and mother Rankle was he one who's always ask how I was doing and shed cheer me on during my silent battles with food. She's an amazing cook, but even a more amazing person, and that amazing person would cook me amazing food for lunch everyday during our annual vacation. I love mother Rankle.

However, when my parents came home on this Friday evening, they brought shocking news that she wasn't going to make it. I bawled my eyes out for hours and hours after that, I knew she had pneumonia, but I truly believed that she'd get better.

Now all I can say is fly high mother Rankle, you will be missed dearly but all those who love you. I'll miss you forever....