I was reading my journal today. 4 months ago toady, my D was banging her head against the window and screaming that she wanted to die. "The voice" telling her the only way out was through death. OCD through the roof, had not sat down in months and months. Weight had dropped to a 15.2BMI. Today, 4 months later, my D is 25 lbs heavier, OCD gone, excelling in school, whole new group of friends, having a birthday party, sleepovers, eating out and fear foods all gone. We still have some issues....tummy troubles some days, still sleeping in our room, but heck- 4 months ago I had a severly mentally ill, physically dying child in front of me. The D that I knew was gone, buried inside of the monster that comsumed her. She is back. We are so very proud of her and of ourselves and our two other kids. Please do not give up. It is possible to do this and to beat this. The days can last forver, but it is worth it........weeping tears of joy. D asked for ravioli for dinner and bread. TAKE THAT ED. Sometimes we all need to hear happy stories.... I hope to God to never be back here again with anything but.
Persistent, consistent vigilance!