Sometimes I get frustratrated because I don't feel that the people in my life really understand. When I first found out about the AN, I told everyone about it before I even knew myself how serious it was. I acted like it was no big deal, so that is the first impression they got. I console myself however, but reminding myself that EVERYONE has their own problems. I have a friend whose father is dying of lung cancer, another whose mother just died. Another friend is dealing with post traumatic stress from being in Iraq. My brother who has a rare form of arthritis, and is constant pain. I feel for them, but I admit I can't TRULY understand what they are going through. And I think that's how they feel when it comes to me. I think it human nature to want people to understand, but I consider myself lucky to have people that care about me.
