My little sister is slowly killing herself.  Soon she will be emaciated with sunken cheeks and dark, vacant eyes- I'll barely recognize her. And still- because bulimia is a serious illness- Faith will continue to think she isn't thin or pretty enough- she will continue to deny herself nourishment.  And she'll binge and purge and deny- the cycle will not end until finally - she dies.

Why does calamity continuously befall my family?  Why do we keep getting attacked by all these emotional diseases?  I just want a day of peace for all of us.  A day when problems are not at the forefront of our thoughts and we breathe, relax and just enjoy life.  When's that going to happen? When I live, dammit?  I just want to live!

I know I sound really cryptic and dramatic and whatever but this is real.  My family is dying. My sister is dying and I feel helpless to save her or fix anything.  I tried to confront Faith about her problem but she denied it.  I went to my mom about it and I thought they would work it out but then I find out my mom actually took a business call while she was in the middle of talking to Faith.  No wonder Faith is going through all of this- she can't even get five minutes of my mother's time!  I'm so angry and I feel so lost.

How can I help my sister get through this?