I have a secret. Many secrets. When I don't come over because I have stuff to get done it is almost always because I have time alone and want to binge and purge. I have been bulemic for 25 years. It consumes my life. Last night my heart raced, I sweat like crazy. I just closed my eyes and wanted the feeling to go away. It scared me to think my daughters would wake up in the morning to find their mother dead. I'm scared and tired... very tired.
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