I wasn't me anymore, anorexia had claimed my soul, my body and my mind. I felt as though i was among the walking dead, alive in some respects, but not there, not living in the present. My mind was adrift, i was being controlled and there was nothing i could do to stop it. When Louise is put into a mental facility she feels trapped, as though there is no way out for her, that is until she meets Jamie, a patient on the same ward. Jamie turns her world from darkness into light, until it starts spiraling down hill again. As they both struggle with their own problems, can they realise that fate has brought them together for a reason?