For about two years, I struggled with my inner daemons on my own.
That is, with my eating disorder, of course.
It was a debilitating feeling, knowing that no one else knew that side of me. I wanted to let someone in, but at the same time I couldn’t think of anything worse than someone finding out the truth.
When I finally found someone who I could confide in – and who didn’t seem to care in the slightest that I had “issues” – it changed the way I dealt with my problems. I finally let someone in. That person was Phil.
But it wasn’t easy.
There was no manual for the two of us, no “how to” guide.
I have heard horror stories of how horrifically wrong these things can go and I realize that we actually did a pretty decent job. We could have done each other’s heads in, but the whole experience miraculously only brought us closer together.