I'm posting this because I want to let those who are suffering from the same problems know that it's not the end of the world. It is, on the contrary, the beginning of a new start.
I'll try to keep this brief so you won't get bored and I won't let myself drone on. I've been suffering from depression since longer than I know - mainly due to family problems - my parents have a very poor relationship. My depression grew, and in April 2003, it brought about my eating disorders. I went on a cycle: binge-bulemia-binge-anorexia-binge-anorexia-bulemia-binge. I lost at least 17 lbs in less than 2 weeks in my 1st anorexia, and the 2nd time only lasted for a week before I turned bulemic again, (that was brought about by my friend's suicide). I gained almost 25 lbs from Sept to Jan, and my mom finally found out. She confronted me, I refused to talk to her. I felt ashamed, and I wanted her to just go away and leave me alone. I thought she would have yelled at me for my bad attitude, but she was surprisingly patient and finally convinced me to see a shrink.
I started my treatment and medication. I also started realising the worsening of my mom's depression, which I've been suspecting for 2 years. She also found out about her - breast & uterus lumps, back/hip/neckbone problems. Acknowledinging my problems also got me to try understand depression & ED's. I finally begged her to see a shrink. She refused to believe she's depressed - partly because all her siblings and my cousins have developed depression (2 have schizophrenia). It took 2 months of endless begging to get her to see a shrink, by then it was May.
She also started reading up on depression and ED's, and we got closer than ever. When she breaks down, I become her "mother". When she cries, I try not to cry in front of her so she won't cry even more. One time she said, "When you return from uni, I'll probably be in a mental institute." I broke down the next day, and couldn't stop crying.
Despite all this, we've developed this trust that has never existed before. One night I didn't feel like eating, but she didn't force me to eat / make any negative comments. Instead, she just said, "It's ok then." Later, she lent me the book she bought on ED full of case studies which made me cry. I cried because I empathised them. I also cried because I finally realise why my mom has been so much more understanding lately. She's going through her depression, yet she still tries to understand my problems to help me. I regretted being so selfish in the past because I have always taken her for granted. I never appreciated her for her efforts and I felt so bad about it.
Ironically, it took our depressions to pull us together. But it also made me realise that although the path of recovery is long and difficult, it is not something to be afraid of, but to embrace. Cliche but true, because it means that everyday I'm getting better. I've had moments when I fell off-track and binged, and I was tempted to give up. But then I see my mom and I know that I should. Every morning when I take my medication, it reminds me that I've not given up, and I love and thank my mom more than anyone else.
So please, learn from my mistakes. For those without eating disorders, please don't take anyone for granted. And those in my shoes, please don't be scared to acknowledge your problem and receive treatment. It's not easy, but don't give up, because by stepping out of the dark and getting help, you've made the biggest step to a brand new start.