I lit my candle.
One of my favorites.
I'm letting it burn down.
And I am weeping.
For Rachel, whose young life was so tragically cut short.
For me, who may never live as long as she would like because of an eating disorder.
For my friends and family, who watched the hell from afar.
For those people still trapped.
For those who have escaped but lost so much.
For those who didn't escape in this life.
For all of us.