Waiting in my room at the mental health hospital for my best friend Hannah, I still couldn’t believe this was where we were meeting. The days of watching The X Factor together then heading out clubbing felt like a distant memory. Now I was an inpatient being treated for anorexia. I’d refused to allow other friends to visit, as it was too difficult to let them see me so vulnerable. But I knew Hannah would never judge me or push me to explain how I’d ended up here, when I barely understood myself.
Hannah and I met at college in 2008, when we were 16. We bonded over our mutual love of fashion and the Arctic Monkeys, and loved going out in our home town of Preston. Warm, laid-back and
