Two years ago my DD1 went off to university to study medicine, excited and happy about the future, a healthy and confident 18 yr old.
A year later she was a 6 stone anorexic (at 5 ft 9 
) having been horrendously homesick, bullied in her halls of residence by a spectacularly nasty girl, anxious and in a terrible state. Despite this she had passed her exams.
The summer was unbelievably hard. Getting help for her (the NHS was fantastic I have to say) battling each day to bring her back to us and help her regain control of her life.. the anorexia was a result of her trying to hang on to some sort of control. Living with someone fighting anorexia is no fun and she put us through hell and back, but she hung on, we hung on and slowly she made progress. She made it back for her second year, moved out of halls, found real friends who supported her, continued with therapy, faced her own battle with coming to terms with her sexuality also and came out this feb as gay.
She returned home last month a healthy weight, (although she still struggles a bit with it mentally) happy, and with her old personality back. She also aced all her exams and is heading into her clinical year in september.
I am so proud of her. A year ago it looked like she would be too ill to continue, but she was determined to beat it, and she has. She also went to London Pride, and is starting to meet others in the gay community and is seeing someone:):)
I was so terrified for her.. seeing her disappear before my eyes, and so gutted to discover she had struggled with her own sexuality for years (both DH and I are totally supportive there..couldn't give a toss if our children are straight, gay whatever!) but she is BACK, in all her wicked, hilarious, sparky personality..and on track to make a fantastic doctor.
I am just so grateful....