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A Crisis Of Identity: How I Went From The Prison Of Addiction To The Prison Of 'Recovery'

I found solace in the world of addiction, primarily an addiction known as anorexia-bulimia -- a world in which I was able to suffocate the sense of shame and anaesthetise my loneliness and pain. Suddenly I had a new identity: I was an addict -- a label that effected a set of beliefs about myself by which I was shackled for the next 13 years of my life. In my frenzied search for an identity I had stumbled into one which held me prisoner.
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I Won My Battle With Anorexia And Bulimia. Here's My Story

For the greater part of my teenage years, I found comfort in throwing up. I would throw up, then binge eat and then forcibly throw up again. I never realised what I was slipping into. In fact, for the longest time, it didn't strike me that there is something definitely not right about wanting to puke all the time. And that's how I courted anorexia and bulimia nervosa.