A lot of things that live in the darkness cannot survive in the light. I think that's how eating disorders grow so powerful -- we keep them so secret. I have found that 'talking' about it can help me, but so far, have only been able to type it via email and boards like this, or to tell friends who live too far away to do anything about it.

Two weeks ago, I finally said it out loud to both my pdoc and my therapist, though. And my husband kinda knows, although he has no clue how to handle it. He knows that I'm too thin, and that I don't eat enough, and he's heard out marriage counselor say it's anorexia, and he knows that I've been through anorexic periods in the past. He doesn't really know anything beyond that, though, and he seems to be avoiding finding anything more out about it. (Denial is a river running through our living room. Makes everything a bit damp.)

All of that is really just to say it's nice to have another new kid on the block here. No advice from me, beyond saying I think you're right that expressing it can help, so keep on visiting.