ABSTRACT
I regained my self from anorexia nervosa (AN) in 2006, 44 years after developing the illness. My story adds to the pile of evidence that recovery can be achieved at any age. What is “recovery,” anyway? I prefer the word “freedom.” To place my experience with AN in context, I present decade-by-decade snapshots. First, an aside: this chapter title doesn’t sit well with me. I don’t consider my life “wasted.” Not now.
