life at the moment is anything but easy. the first week of 'rest' was OK but as i make the 8 day mark, things have become much harder. the voices is stronger- "don't do this, do that", "you are lazy", " you are disgusting", " you aren't sick, you are revolting", "i hate you (myself, that is)".

my skin is crawling and i feel dirty all the time. each piece of food that passes my mouth, feels like it is turning into fat. mum said to me today that i am still eating so little and nothing heavy. a lot of fruit (watermelon, cherries, nectarines and dried figs).

i hate this f****en illness. it is horrible. i feel horrible and feel so god damn pissed off this has happened again.