I love my friends. They're really supportive and when they learned about my anorexia, they offered any help they could give me. Sure, they're not professionals, doctors, etc., but sometimes all you need is someone to vent to. What's the problem, then? They think me getting better is just as simple and clicking my heels together and saying "There's no place like home" a few times. As far as they're concerned, I shouldn't be struggling at all, they talk about how if they were in my shoes, they wouldn't need any help and would be fine in no time. No. Just no. I wish they'd get it, I wish I could tell them why they're wrong without being inturrupted by one if them telling me to eat something, and the other asking how much I weigh every five minutes.