I took this at the sickest I& #39;ve ever been (thread).

I was about seven stone, and my eating disorder had got so bad I had stopped weighing myself because it frightened me knowing I couldn& #39;t stop starving myself.

I couldn& #39;t control anything else. I was being relentlessly abused, harassed and bullied, beaten down with insulted for the smallest mistakes, and I just wanted to disappear. I felt useless and trapped, and I couldn& #39;t find a way away from my abuser.

Apart from dieting.

So I radically cut down on what I ate. I calculated every calorie. I felt like I& #39;d achieved something when I& #39;d eaten under 300 calories a day. It was a time in my life when I was endlessly worn down with how I was failing in all other aspects of my life, so I felt control.

Now, I was normal. I worked a hugely demanding job, I got it done, I had friends, I got on with life. But I battled this for so long. Eventually I realised the only way I& #39;d get out of the space in my head where I had to do this was to get out of the abusive position I was in.

So what am I saying?

Anyone can develop an eating disorder. Anyone can be pushed over the edge. Care about the people around you. Not the & #39;optics& #39; of bulimia, anorexia or anxiety. Because when these get serious, they can spiral in a matter of months. (EOT)