A little over a month ago I joined my 15 year old and his father in the Emergency Room of our children’s hospital following the requirement by the local eating disorder clinic we’d previously had assessments at (for the anorexia that had been working on his body and mind for some time) that we were now attempting to return to after failing at a different kind of treatment (AFT) than the standard one (FBT).
I prayed that this time he would be admitted and he was and we’ve been here for a little over a month now as he steadily works his way to medical clearance and the next phase of nutritional rehabilitation (most likely FBT). I do not love this. But this, this disease that has struck my child, is part of the everything I’m here to work with and love because this disease is now a part of someone that I love.
I have already determined that the way I will love this disease (into remission) is to do what so many before me have also done – which is to feed it, literally, with everything that’s needed to quiet it’s misguidedness in my teens brain due to all the complexities that brought it around to begin with. Mostly though, it will need fed with food.
And if it’s one thing I’m particularly good at, it’s feeding those I love, especially when to do anything else would most certainly result in death.
Now you. Is there something so bad that exists in your life or that surrounds you or perhaps a loved one that it too needs some kind of love as part of this great everything we arrived here to experience whenever that was?
Get to work on it then. Love is everything.
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