My mom and grandmother both struggle with depression and eating disorders like I do. I love my family but they are not healthy for me. I speak with them minimally and see them on holidays. It isn't because I don't want to help them but it is that I realize after this many years it isn't worth hurting my recovery because when I'm around them they pretty much hand me the shovels to dig a hole. It really sucks but I try to accept it

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