I’ve purged all fucking day and I just feel terrible.
Ive just eaten and thrown up, eaten and thrown up, eaten and thrown up, Im so sick of this hell.
It’s all just crap anyways and since I puke it up Im obviously not full so I just go back for more, and then more, and then more.
I’ve eaten so much shit today, and vomited so much, but I know im still gonna absorb tons of calories because I couldn’t get it all out. I vomit super easily, but I can’t always get it all up anymore. I’ve tried taking it as a sign to stop but I just keep trying to get rid of it all anyways.
I keep taking massive piles of chocolate and then eating it and puking, I’ve done it like 5 times today (genuinely 1k cals each time not even overestimating) and this time Im just sitting with it. Im so tired. I just want this to stop.
But I always end up just trying to sit with it , and I always just relapsed again. I want out of this. I hate everything. I know Im not really gonna stop this time, because I never do, but I want to. So, so badly.
The worst thing is, the 5k cals of chocolate I’ve eaten today isn’t even half of everything I’ve had.
I still want to go downstairs and eat some more.
What the fuck have I done to myself.
I also have a dentist appointment coming up at some point which Im really scared for but idek when that will be.
My mum will be with me tomorrow, and I’ll try really hard not to sneak downstairs super early, so maybe I’ll be clean until tomorrow night. And I won’t be as lonely, so that’ll be nice.
I feel like shit lying to her, especially since she knows Im bulimic, she just believes my whole narrative that Im like 2 years clean. She genuinely loves me and I love her soso much. I really could never deserve her.
I tried to be honest in the beginning when I first came to her after I’d been bulimic for a few years, but she couldn’t deal with it properly yet, and she shouted at me the first time i told her I relapsed, telling me I must be trying to make her khs because of the way i was treating her, and how I was tearing apart her relationship with my dad, and Im the worst burden in her life. She was under so much stress at the time, and I now forgive her, but it really affected me, and I’ve never been honest with her since. I wish that day never happened, and maybe I could be genuinely happy and maybe recovered.
Also, is anyone with this disorder able to fucking sleep? I don’t sleep most nights cause I’m busy bp, and then I wait to go to the bathroom in case someone hears and they can tell, but then I wait too long cause I’m tired, and I have to drag myself out of bed to be sick, and by then it’s like 5am and I can’t sleep, so I get down nice and early to start the day off with my first binge, and then I binge purge all day.
Im so drained. I want this to just stop please. My eyes are sore and dry from exhaustion, and my face is so puffy and disgusting. Why the fuck does my eating disorder make the most important part of my appearance look fat as fuck it’s not fair. I need to sleep