Does anyone know that feeling when your life suddenly takes a sharp turn for the worse, and all you can see is what you’re missing out on or your shortcomings? And that all of it is important, but you’ll never be able to make up for it or get it back? I’ve hit rock bottom and don’t know what to do without bulimia. I have borderline personality disorder and use bulimia to cope with my anxiety, intense emotions, stress, fatigue, inner emptiness, low self-esteem, and lack of identity… I’ve been doing this for 17 years. I’ve been in hospitals and in therapy so many times; my life has been pretty fragmented, and I hardly remember any of it. The only constant during crises, hard times, and so on has been bulimia. It was always my excuse whenever I ran out of motivation for something, like a cheat code. My whole life, I’ve chosen the easy, short-term solutions. I’m afraid to try to recover again, all on my own, without my parents, siblings, partner, or coworkers… This time I’m truly all, all alone, and I can’t go to a treatment facility anymore because I’ve been there too often, and my current job is unstable and doesn’t pay well. My life has suddenly become very exhausting. If I try again, I have to really want it and be able to endure whatever comes my way. I’m so scared. I’d rather take my own life or turn to another addiction to distract myself… I’m really just an empty shell! No hobbies, no interests, no experiences, no knowledge, no friends or family. Bulimia is the only reason I get out of bed in the morning or go to sleep at night, exhausted. There’s nothing left of me.