The problems were depression - but I also had issues with my parents and siblings. I had always felt so much pressure from them - that coupled with the eating disorder spiraling out of control must have been too much for them. I don't quite understand it, but it is what it is and I have grown from it and I am more cautious about who I open up to because of what happened when I was younger.

I understand it's normal to want to make people happy and that's fine - I'm game with that... but when do you stop trying so hard to make other people happy in order to make yourself happy?

Maybe some of these things will be cleared up today when I go talk to my psychologist.