It took me a long time to admit to myself that I had a serious problem. And even longer to start talking about it publicly (fortunately I was wise enough to seek treatment right away). But I don’t think I have ever gone beyond saying that I was seeing a shrink, took some drugs and had an undefined eating disorder. I thought that people around me either don’t care or would be disgusted by it and me (the way I was about myself). But talking helps, even if it pushes people away (my roommates decided to ‘divorce me’ based on my ‘lack of mental stability’). It makes ‘it’ a reality, acknowledged by others, therefore something I can fight with, not only in my head.