I haven't eaten today. It just hit me 30 minutes ago that I have had nothing to eat or drink all day long. I tried really hard yesterday. It was like the words and comments here, and the strength of my therapist gave me hope. But now it's gone again.
Ana controls me. I am dying. I lie to myself and tell myself that I can beat her, but my actions speak differently. I am trapped inside this body. I look in the mirror and I don't recognize myself. The woman in the mirror looks frail and deathly pale, she is too small and fragile to hold that much pain.
Somewhere down this road of self destruction, I lost *ME*. And I am frustrated and confused, but most of all I'm scared. The self-hatred and self-destruction of this disease has taken over my identity. I have pushed away those who loved me, and I'm scared I'll never be able to find myself.
I don't know what I want, what I don't want, what I need or even who I am anymore.
I don't know what I want, what I don't want, what I need or even who I am anymore.
I do not exist, I have lost complete control. And I am scared.



