I've been struggling with episodes of bulimia and anorexia since I was eight years old. When I managed to chose recovery, the mental illness manifested itself into addiction to drugs alcohol and sex. This is my journey through relapse, recovery, and giving in.
Typical. I threw up and up and up and away. I knew I would. Weak bitch. I'm trying so hard to be healthy. I noticed that I was really snappy, almost mean before I got food in me. I think I should up my diet a bit. But fuck. Five times in one night.