This Crazy Life

Our therapist quit.  Or she’s taking a step back for awhile as she doesn’t think she’s helping.  AKA, she quit.  Which I get it, I’m not sure how much she’s helping my daughter, but she helps me.  She completes our team.  I’ve been paying her every week just as she asks.  So why quit?  I’m just adding her to the growing list of people that have quit or given up.  It’s been almost a week since she told me so I’m better today with the information than I have been.  But I’m not going to lie, it’s pretty disheartening.   I mean even if we’re not making tons of progress, my daughter knows her, she is getting used to her, someday when she is ready to recover, she’ll be someone she already knows and trusts.  But not now.  Now we’ll have to decide what we do.  And today we meet with her dietician.  After losing 3 pounds this week.  Hopefully she doesn’t quit on us too.  I freaking hate anorexia.  I hate it more than I’ve hated anything in my life.