Are you mourning for the loss of someone in your life? Maybe not even death, just someone moving away, a lost friendship?

I haven't had these feelings with BP (though it is my understanding that while BP may get better with treatment, it is there lifelong), but I have with anorexia. It was so tied up with my identity of myself. I mourned the loss of it HARD (and that's even without losing the stupid eating disorder 100%). But maybe it was the super low weights, the clothing sizes from the childrens' sections even though I was in my 20s. Crazy thing to mourn, but I did. I felt lost too, like who was I, if I wasn't the skinniest girl in the room, the person with the obvious case of anorexia? I had to figure out who I was, and that wasn't easy.