A while ago I just stopped eating. I skipped for a week(no food or water), then ate, then skipped another give days. I talked to someone I trusted and got help, and slowly I was recovering. I was eating once a day, then in a couple months; two meals and a small snack. But now that my depression is coming back, and it's really strong right now I'm kind of slipping back to where I was. I'm never hungry in the mornings so I don't eat then, lunch comes and I get anxiety about eating in front of people, and I'm not leaving school if I don't HAVE to eat. The only time I eat is dinner, and maybe one snack a week. My mum calls me fat, and really doesn't help. She knows about my depression but she keeps saying these things, which fuels both the depression and anorexia. I feel compelled to stop eating because I just feel so stupid, useless, and worthless.
I really do want to get better, but at the same time it's like I want to allow myself to go back to square one. I was so happy when I could actually feel my ribs, and I actually enjoyed experiencing the repercussions(passed out a few times, abnormal heart beat, feeling sick when I ate food. etc.)..