This past September was the 15th anniversary of coming back from Utah. This has been the first year that I have not spent the day curled up in a fetal position waiting for the day to pass. I actually only realized the date when I had yet another one of my nightmares about Utah. Yes, I still have them with some regularity.
This morning, I looked at Princess and almost died. She is growing- up, she is not my little girl who chases geese and loves to swing at the park. It dawned on me, when I was her age I was already in the midst of an eating disorder. A diagnosable eating disorder.