The evening meal and two snacks are eaten with little resistance. We are both drained. Poor L. She thinks she hasn’t made progress, when she has come such a long way, but anorexia doesn’t give up. It will pull her back into its grip at the first moment of weakness.
I am running a bath – I hope that by loading it with lavender oil I might sleep. This is one day in one girl’s fight to recover and there are many more like this to come. Tomorrow we will celebrate the New Year and I will be so glad to see the end of 2012. But 2013 may be just as hard.