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 couldnβt think of anything worse than someone finding out the truth.
When I finally found someone who I could confide in β and who didnβt seem to care in the slightest that I had βissuesβ β it changed the way I dealt with my problems. I finally let someone in. That person was Phil.












