I've never been able to admit this to anyone. I have bulimia. I've had it for 3 years now. You won't see it on my profile. I won't talk about it to anyone. It's my ultimate shame. I don't mind discussing depression and self-harm, but no one can know that I'm fighting this as well.

It gets so lonely sometimes that I wish it would kill me already. I can't admit that I have it to anyone, even though it's central to my struggle for my emotional well-being. I can't tell my therapist. The words won't come out. I can't tell my sister to whom I tell literally everything else. It's my darkest secret. And my heaviest burden.

I just keep hoping it will disappear on its own like the time I decided to stop biting my nails and succeeded. It's not like that, though. Not nearly.
Curse the monster!! WHY AM I LIKE THIS?!