so i found out today that every body i live with apparently knows i’m bulimic.
and my husband knew that they knew, and didn’t think that that was something he should share with me.
i feel so stupid and embarrassed. i don’t know how i’m meant to act now.
do i pretend to be getting better? or do i just keep going about my business like i always do?
or do i want to get better?
i mean, of course i want to get better. but it’s not so much about whether or not i WANT it.. it’s about if i can do it. which i don’t think i can. not by myself, anyway. and i don’t feel like i have the support i would need. i know everyone wants to help and wants be to be better, blah blah blah, but everyone cares for a minute, and then something more interesting comes along and they don’t care anymore. and i can’t deal with it.
i have already made so much progress all on my own. i just need more time to get through the rest.
i’ve gone from throwing up a minimum of 7 times a day, to now only throwing up when i feel like i over ate, and rarely eating just to purge.
it’s weird to remember how much my life used to revolve around food. it still does now, and i’m still going insane, but i just can’t even remember what it felt like back then. all i know is i never want to be like that ever again.
i want to get better, but i am just to effing scared of what will happen if i do.
or what if i just can’t do it? or what if i gain a bunch of weight and then relapse and it’s all been for nothing?
i don’t know how to be normal or healthy anymore.
i don’t know what to do.