Rachel shared this:

"My father used to take us walking in the mountains when we were children. In my teens I suddenly developed serious vertigo, and it struck first when we were walking on a knife edge in the Alps. I panicked, felt I could not go forward or back. It was terrible. My father just told me to watch the back of his head and nothing else, and walked me steadily down. I have remembered this experience often since my d's anorexia emerged. Her panic was like the irrational but overpowering fear of heights, but so much worse. Our role is to walk our children back down the mountain into safety, letting them trust us."


  1. thank you for sharing this!It's a beautiful analogy and a good reminder to stay focused on the goal.


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