Hi. I am 23 years old and have had bulimia for 3 1/2 years. Though it may not seem long to some, it only took 8 months to hit rock bottom, and by God I am still living today. I attended a treatment rehab center 2 years ago, but it took until after graduating college, getting a job, and taking a break with my boyfriend to get my first period of recovery this past summer of 08. I went from acting out on my addiction multiple times a day to 3 months of abstinence. It was enlightening, empowering, and the happiest time of my life. I struggled during the holidays, but with support was able to start another extended period of abstinence until a week ago. I would have to say I did not feel happy the second time around, but knowing that I was healthy and doing the right thing kept me going. I try to look at my life in positive ways: I have an amazing job which I love, amazing friends and family close to me, and amazing talents. I have every reason to be grateful, yet sometimes the hope seems lost or even untouchable. It makes me sad when I let bulimia get the best of me: it strips my personality, exhausts me emotionally, physically, and mentally, and turns me into something I am not. Throughout all of this, I have discovered a lot about myself and my faith, which is a perspective I would not take back if I could start over. Our relapses help us grow and learn, but I am so ready to move on from this horrible part of my life. Anyway, if anyone can relate or needs someone who can understand addiction, I would be more than happy to talk :)
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