I can’t do this anymore. I’m a ‘recovering’ anorexic. By that, I mean everyone thinks I’m recovering, but it’s only getting worse. I threw myself down some stairs for self harm and now I’m on crutches. But people think I just fell unluckily. My mother is asking me for parenting advice and I’m having to be her counsellor. My fluoxetine isn’t working any more. I just feel so dead and sick and tired of this all, yet I’m stuck. If I kill myself, my parents said they would divorce, which would leave my little sister in a horrible state, and I wouldn’t be there to comfort her. I have nobody to turn to. I don’t know what to do. The only thing I’m holding myself to, is to not eat until I physically can’t do anything. Then, I won’t be able to eat, and it’ll be okay.