Today I got an apointment with a dietist in the beginning of october, that sounds really good, cause I need it. My body dosen't just scream for help... I'm finding it shuting itself down, wrists that doesn't want to work with me, as I want them to. All I can think of is, to cut them of. To have a constant ache brings trouble to your mind and to the persons around you, cause they suffer to, but in silence. Cause you can't always yell it out, eventually people stops listening.
Anyhow, otherwise everything is fine. My stomache isn't feeling ill at the moment and I've now been without milk for over a week, I'm a bit proud off myself. And yes, I'm still longing for some things but they will be forgotten.