My lowest point

I think we all have that point in life where everything is just fucking you over and nothing is going well.
That was my point last year. Save all the drama and I'll just say, horrible relationship, finally got out. But man did it leave me bruised.
I was looking through my lookbook and I couldn't help but noticing how skinny I was! See I do remember my friends always telling me that I needed to eat. But that is all I really do remember. I was stressed out to the max that I can't remember anything but the things that made me hate life.
I thought I looked okay though.  I remember my parents telling me that I needed to eat and that I was losing too much weight. But I never saw it.
I remember weighing myself and I was down to 85 pounds. I remember going to the doctors. And then I remember weighing myself before I left to paris, I was back to 96 pounds.  See that may not be much for others, but to me, gaining 11 pounds was a huge deal in a good but mostly very bad way.
But I am glad to be out of that year. And I hope to never ever in my life be in that situation that I was in.