I've been a bulimic for nearly 9 years, have spent tons of money on treatment and medication, on my disorder, some would say disease, to only have it get worse. despite those of you out there who think its my state of mind causing me to do this, i wouldnt wish this upon my worse enemy and hate every day waking up hoping to get through the day with my unreasonable impulses only to fail myself over and over again. ive become broke due to medical expenses, cannot afford a car, and any money i spend on food, if i dont throw it up, i have an extreme anxiety attack. more medical problems. my parents have given up on helping me, although they never really tried, as they themselves are drunks and drug users...so i figured my only escape was to try a new enviroment. i now live in the mountains where i somehow (didnt know it was possible) have developed asthma due to the elevation. more expenses. i now cant afford anything, still have my eating disorder, and spend whatever money i do have on cheap beer and binge food. everyone has given up on me, ive given up on myself as well, making life seem ever so pointless. ive had to sell everything that meant something to me, i steal food because i cant afford to buy it, and im on the verge of becoming homeless. a homeless, drunken, bulimic.