Battle between God and an eating disorder

Unfold my wings,
Please just help me set flight,
Is this what depression brings?
Cuz this feeling ain't right...

God I surrender,
My burdens sent your way...
If your the great mender,
Please, Just make me okay.

I cannot fall once more.
I cannot hit the ground.
Isn't that what you are for?
To help me to be found?

Sorry, Ana is that wrong?
To ask for my Father's aide?
I just don't feel so strong.
I feel I'm starting to fade.

So unless you come to me,
And help me through this mess,
I will no longer be able breathe...
I'm already starting to lose my breath.

Oh Ana, Oh heavenly Father above,
I feel so tremendously torn...
Must I chose which one to love?
Why was I even born??

I'm choking...can't decide...help me please, i have no more pride...tears falling fast...eyes losing sight...loosing self control...praying with all my might...clenching fists with fear...please, help me win this fight...