I just want this evil thing out of me. I feel like a freak for doing what I do, but I do it so much it's a normal routine for me now. My mom first caught me throwing up my food 2 years ago, all I had to do was tell her I stopped and she believed me. Too easy huh? I know she cares, but I think shes scared. Anyways, I really kept doing it, and finally so much more went wrong, Im depressed now, I have insomnia, and its killing me. I had to practically scream it in my family's face that I still had this problem, because they believed me so easily before when I said ok ill stop. Then they had the nerve to say they think im teling them im doing it when im really not because I was wanting attention. It hurt so badly to hear that. Then they say fine we will get you a therapist..but I dont want that...I dont want to go to a doctor for crazy people, even though what I do is crazy...I want to know if there is other options, I never thought these websites worked, so I never bothered with them. I didnt think they could really help you, but Im going to give it a shot. I would like to know hear from people with the same problem instead of people who dont understand how addictive this is. Please..what should I do?
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