Sometimes it feels like I'm never going to beat this disease. By this disease, I'm not solely concentrating upon my eating disorder. I'm classing it all together; my depression, my anxiety issues, my trust issues and my eating issues. All of this is one colossal disease, set out to destroy my life, yet implicated by no other but me. I see others surrounding me on the verge of the destructive path that is, an eating disorder, and all I want to do is yell out and scream, to be "The Catcher in the Rye" that Holden Caulfield wants to be for the children in J D Salingers novel. Except, I'm not longing to protect them from growing up - as that's inevitable, I want to protect them from the self-hatred and self-torture this illness brings upon us.