I am 18 years old. And a year and a half ago, I suffered from Bulimia along with a mild case of anorexia. To deal with this and to prevent relapse, I started to write down my story.
So here it goes, I'm going to post this chapter by chapter. & please comment so I know someone is listening...
The truth hurts. More than the lies do. But what happens if the truth that you hear isn't the truth? What happens if the people that tell you this truth, aren't there? Some may consider it as madness, I consider it life. Life is a thing not to be dabbled with, it needs to be treated with care and respect. As it turns out, my life has neither of those things. Because I don't live in the way that other people do. I don't see or hear the things other people do. I live in a bubble. Its a strange concept to understand, but to me its real. As real as the earth or the sky. And this bubble is my world. But its not a nice world. There is no sun. Only darkness and clouds. I sit and I wander around this world for ages, waiting hesitantly for someone to come and get me out. Someone to save me.
I'm going to tell you now that this isn't a pretty story. The world that I call The Bubble and the actual reality of things, aren't the nicest of fairytales. I call it a fairytale because thats what I have always believed life to be. It was never fun, living in the dull, dreary existence of London, and my escape from that was this world that I created. But when this world got out of hand, and part of me did really did believe that it was real, out came a new problem entirely out of my control.
Its hard to pinpoint an exact start. Many councillors and phycologists, could work for hours pondering over, the roots of this kind of problem, and never get to an exact start. But the start really for me, was a comment. A simple comment. Perhaps thinking about it now, a completely and utterly, random and meaningless comment.“Has Chelsea put on weight?”Is this comment the root of problem? Probably not. But if I was to try pinpoint, when exactly my weight became an issue, that would be it. And that goes to show, how many people without even realising it, can change a persons entire life.
'This is only the first two paragraphs, but I just want to make sure people are reading.'
it's great to know that there are people out there listening to you who actually care, I've nearly finished the next part so I will post that in a few days 
Help needed in setting up an Eating Disorders treatment project
How do I reach out for help my mum works at my GP surgery?
does real recovery truly exist?
Oldest Anorexic?
My Struggle
