Hi everyone! Im Laura and have been dealing with bulima/anorexia/binge eating/depression for about 5 years now. I am 5 foot 7 and at my lowesst i managed to get my weight down to 4 and a half stone. It started of with a simple diet, cutting bisuits and chocolate out, but then when I figured the scales wernt going down as quick as i would have liked, my ED kicked in. I was making myself sick on a regular basis, 3 or 4 times a day, if i ate or drank anything, it would soon end up down the toilet, even things like salad and pepsi max! After about 8 months of this, my bulima took a U turn and it stopped, but as for the eating? I was living of around 200 - 300 calories a day. The arguments because of me not eating were hurrendous. My mom and dad were so close to splitting up, my dad was took into hospital due to an illness caused by all the stress. Day to day life became a challange. I coulnt get up till around 3.00pm and my mom would come and check my pules every single hour whilst i was sleeping. I had no energy, walking up the stairs became impossible, so i slept downstairs. Finally though enough was enough when some doctors done some blood test on me, they gave me the weekend to live. I spent the next few days in a hospital bed at stafford hospital, been fed on a drip and comatised. After that I was sectioned under the mental health act. I spent a futher 9 months recovering in rehab,gaining around 1kilo every week. I HATED every second. I was admitted to a specalist hospital from there as my organs were shutting down and i had adima, and if it wasnt acted on quickly, it would have fludded my lungs. But as the months passed, and my health seemed to be on the rise. Some thing strange happened - something that up till this point i had never experianced before. I wanted food. Lots of it. And so it began. My constant need for food, this went on for a year, eating anything i could get my hands on, i lived in my dads baggy clothes, i wanted to be invisible. As the weight gained my confindence shrunk. I had to finish school, with no grades, as it was to much for me. The kids there would lable me names like the fat anorexic, and it was all to much to handle. Then came the depression. I wouldnt and still dont go out. If anyone comes round, i hide in the bathroom. I have tried to end it all a few times. But thing took a change in my opion for the best. One day i stood in the mirrow, naked. I was crying my eyes out, i was discusted with what i saw. Since then alot changed, i seemed to have my willpower back. And im on 2oo - 25o calorise a day, i no its not good, but i would to anything to have my life back. And im so determined, I NO I CAN DO IT!!!