I’m suffering from anorexia with bulimic tendencies since five years now.
And my parents found out two years ago. And I know its hard for them it’s hard for me too but I don’t understand why they keep treating me like a piece of shit. Whenever my mother is looking for something in the fridge and she can’t find it, She reproaches me that I ate it. And I’m always the liar who winds them up. And I’m so sick and tired of all this. I really wanna get help, even though I think it’s too late and I’ve already lost the battle. But I’m always going to stay the liar. And in 10 years if my mother can’t find something in the fridge, I will still be accused.