The Strangest Ending (I Think) to an Eating Disorder...

I have suffered from an eating disorder for most of my teenage years. I started my first diet when I was thirteen years old. It wasn't physically unhealthy. I bought myself a food diary and began tracking my calories, fat, carbs and protein on the daily. I decided that I would eat between 1200 and 1300 calories per day. I mostly stuck to this goal, but when I didn't the world came to an end. If I was so much as 50 calories over my goal I would break down. My parents didn't know what to do and eventually took the book away from me. I was devastated but back to eating like a normal healthy teenager within a week. No harm done, right?
I started again a few months later but I was sneakier. I uncovered the hidden food diary and started tracking my calories. They were lower this time - 1100 and no more. I was better at staying on track. I lived this way for quite a while. I never reached an unhealthily low weight. People commented that I looked more slender - great work! I felt great. I slowly gave up my food journal and went back to being a normal, healthy teenager.
Christmas of grade ten (age fifteen) was when the real nightmare began. I don't know what came first, depression or anorexia, but they both came on suddenly and with full force. I spent weeks holed up in my room with my computer because I couldn't get out of bed. I had never felt depressed before and I didn't know what was wrong with me. My parents thought I needed a break (I was a busy kid) and let me relax for those few weeks. I stopped eating. I fed off the drop of the scale every morning. I weighed myself every time I ate. I started tracking my food on here - no more than 150 calories a day.
Within a month I had lost 20 pounds. Everyone noticed. I was never overweight but I was a curvy fifteen-year-old and I suddenly I was skinny. The comments, compliments, concerns - they all fed the eating disorder and it just got worse. I switched to Veganism a couple months later. I told people it was because I loved animals but it was really just an excuse to not have to eat. I got pneumonia soon after. You would think that the pneumonia might have been given me a sign that I was making myself very sick but I took it as a reminder that I was working hard. 'Starving yourself makes you sick' I would think, 'oh well, I want to die anyways.' And I carried on.
In the spring I took up running long distances. I was a major cardio-bunny at the gym before but I was going to be in Europe for two weeks in the summer so I needed something I could do outside. I loved it. I was light and running made me feel free. I ran 10 km every day.
By the time I left for Europe in July, my 5'8" frame weighed in at 110 pounds. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to stick with my vegan diet while away so I just didn't eat. I was down to 105 pounds when I returned.
I got a stress fracture in my foot in the fall that stopped me from running. I was horrified. I was going to get fat, I wasn't going to be able to lose any more weight, I wasn't going to be beautiful anymore. The doctor told me that I needed to get stronger before I could run anymore so I started going to the gym. I loved it. Lifting weights was better than running. I vowed to myself that I would get better. I would change my diet to one high in both plant AND animal protein, I would lift weights, build muscle, get stronger both mentally and physically.
When I turned seventeen I decided to compete in a bodybuilding competition and in May 2014 I placed 6th in my first figure competition. I worked hard for 18 weeks to achieve that goal. I stuck to the plan that my coach laid out for me. I ate my chicken and rice, did my hours of cardio, sometimes two-a-days at the gym. And it paid off. It was the most amazing experience I have ever had.
I fell off the wagon after the show. I ate whatever I wanted, stopped cardio completely, skipped the gym many a time. I was suffering from Binge Eating Disorder (BED) which I had never experienced before. BED soon morphed into Bulimia. I would plan out everything I would eat for a binge, make sure nobody would be home, stuff my face and throw it all up. This became something I did most days. Then I discovered laxatives. I began taking 2 extra strength laxatives on the daily. Whenever I felt badly about what I had eaten, I would take a laxative. It became an addiction.
I was in Europe for a month not three weeks ago and I struggled with my laxative addiction the entire time. As well as binge eating, binge drinking and just generally struggling with my mental health.
I arrived home three weeks ago and suddenly I couldn't care less about food. I have started prep for my next bodybuilding competition in November and I have literally been force-feeding myself every day. I have skipped so many meals because I forget to eat. Prep has obviously been a slice thus far but part of me wonders if something is wrong. Did my eating disorder disappear as quickly as it came on? Can this happen?
That's my eating disorder story so far and I kind of hope that's it. I hope I never have to struggle with anorexia, BED, bulimia or a laxative addiction again but I also hope to start enjoying my food again. I'm not sure what's going on here but if anyone else has had this happen that would be cool to know.
If you are suffering from any kind of ED or mental illness, know that you aren't alone. It's hard but you can come out the other side okay. Stay strong and fight to get your life back!
Thanks for reading this if you stuck it out and read the whole massive thing!