My family system is cracked. A part that I never thought would be cracked. A part I thought would always withstand the test of time or anything else thrown it’s way.

For the first time in 33 years, my relationship with my brother—the only one who can possibly relate to me, growing up in our family—has cracked.

I truly didn’t understand that eating disorders can develop due to trauma within the family system. Now I get it and accept much of what I have to work on is family…and trauma.

But the one thing that has always been a constant is my relationship with my brother. Threatening that is beyond my comprehension.

Hi, eating disorder. Welcome back.

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