I am writing this letter at a treatment center for eating disorders in Chicago — four hours away from our little house in Toledo.
Deciding to come to treatment and leave you behind was one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. While it hurts right now, I know I will be a better mom when I am well.
Daughter, I hope you are never in this situation. If you are ever struggling, know that you are never alone. Don’t wait to reach out for help.
I love you more than anything. You are beautiful inside and out and you don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.
I think about you every day and I can’t wait to come home.