I was hospitalized shortly after being diagnosed with anorexia for the first time. I was at a pretty low weight, and while I was still eating quite a bit imo, it still wasn't enough apparently. I was given a kinda ultimatum of either getting treatment for the anorexia or else I wouldn't be able to receive help anymore for my depression by my team at the time. It sucked, and I didn't want to recover, but I did not think I would be able to stay alive if I had to just tough it out alone with my depression. The worst part is that after leaving the eating disorders treatment center, my team said they didn't have a spot for me anymore, which is kinda fucked up. I ended up not being able to see them anymore either way! Well, now here I am, still with an ed, just fatter than before and it's been almost 5 years since that time. At least my depression is way better.