I've thought for a while about writing this and have put it off because I don't want to tempt fate. This is the post I wish I could have read two and a half years ago. Back then, I just wanted to read that things would be OK in the end. Well, they're not perfect but so much better. At 16 my DD took an overdose and then we had the worst 12 months of our lives. Without going into too much detail it included major self harm, trips to A&E, weight loss, refusal to eat, alcohol binges, some drugs, violent outbursts, missing overnight, sleeping with older men, police ,social services and CAMHS. There were times when I didn't think any of us would survive. Throughout it all I could see my lovely DD suffering terribly. She dropped out of college, gained and lost three jobs in quick succession and was really at rock bottom. She wouldn't engage with any of the services on offer apart from a few conversations with some lovely nurses. Very slowly, she has picked herself up, really without any outside help. We've tried to be supportive but I don't know how much help we've been, except I did learn to listen and stopped suggesting things so she did start to talk more. Two and a half years on I am so proud of her. She has been in work for almost three months now, hasn't self harmed in many months and we haven't had a major crisis involving the police or hospital for 18 months. Things aren't perfect - she still has major eating problems which she won't admit to and she still has low self esteem. She's on medication and suffers from depression and anxiety but at manageable levels and she's able to get out and about and have a social life. She is very hard on herself and cannot see what lovely company she is or how smart and self aware she is in so many ways. She has come so far, and really done it alone, and I believe she will conquer the eating problems sooner or later (though that's not to say I don't still have dark moments when I worry that something awful will happen.) Gradually life feels as if it's returning to normal and I can think about other things, sleep and relax. We laugh, go for walks together and chat quite a bit. To anyone out there going through anything like this I would say, I can't promise that you'll be fine but I can say that for us, it has got better. Mumsnet was a brilliant source of support to me (I've name changed many times) so I guess I just wanted to share the hope. Good luck.