I had dinner with the woman I consider my second mother tonight. She lives out of town and I haven't seen her since Christmas. I was going to tell her everything - how depressed I've been and how I'm really scared I have an ED but feel so trapped. When she saw me, she hugged me and told me she was proud of the weight I lost. That was it. It was like I was 12 years old again. I couldn't tell her after that. She said she was proud. I couldn't disappoint her. What the crap is wrong with me? I'm a grown woman, for God's sake! Pathetic.