She didn't go to therapy for an eating disorder. She went because she couldn't stop checking her phone during meetings, refreshing her email fifteen times in five minutes, and lying awake replaying conversations from three days ago.
The therapist asked routine intake questions. One question stood among the others: "How's your relationship with food?"
She paused. Then mentioned that she sometimes ate an entire loaf of bread after particularly stressful workdays, or skipped meals entirely when her thoughts spiraled too fast to sit still. She said it quickly, like it wasn't important.
"That's interesting," the therapist said. Not in a gotcha way. Just... noticing.
Two months later, she had two diagnoses on paper: generalized anxiety disorder and binge eating disorder. She stared at the words, confused. She'd come in for one thing. How did she leave with two?