For a bit of context, my health is pretty poor. I can't even list everything that's wrong with my body (well, I could, but it would take a lot of thinking to remember all of it). As a result, there have been years where I could barely even leave the house to go to school, so for the most part I did all of my work from home. To help with this process, a teacher would come to my house, give me my work, and help work through a few things. In 10th grade, this teacher was my honors biology teacher. She was incredibly devoted to her job, and was one of the most relatable teachers I've ever had. We developed a few in-jokes, had some good laughs, and overall became really good friends. To this day, she's my favorite teacher I've ever had.
Unfortunately, this story doesn't have such a happy ending so far. It turns out that she actually has a pretty bad case of anorexia, which she was fortunately in control of at the time. However, she was laid off after the year I had her, because she was fairly new at the school, and didn't have the seniority that other teachers had. And unfortunately, she could not find a new teaching job the following year. She ended up losing her control over her body dysmorphia, and had to be hospitalized because she was nearly starving herself to death. We've corresponded a bit since I had her, and she has my continuing support to get through her current struggle. Needless to say, it breaks my heart to know the condition my favorite teacher and close friend is going through.