I have had bulimia for a little over four years. I am 22 now, so this has been with me since the later part of my senior year of high school. Needless to say, over time it has gotten worse. I went from b/p once a day to 3 or 4 times a day at my worse. I realized that I needed to quit about a year and a half ago, but never made a serious enough or realistic enough approach to doing so until this past Wednesday when I had an epiphany I guess you could say. I was in the middle of a binge and I bit down on a bagel and one of my back molars cracked and a piece fell out. I was mortified to say the least. Last winter I had my wisdom's removed, along with a 5th tooth that was full of cavities before I became bulimic from no dental insurance and neglect growing up, and it became worse of course when I became bulimic. For some reason, I guess because it was already a bad tooth, I told myself that it was no big deal and not my bulimia's total fault. But this time, I cannot lie to myself and use any crazy excuse. So at that point I threw the bagel at the wall and yelled and cried and basically broke down and decided enough was enough. Maybe this was God's way of telling me that I was completely out of control and needed his help to stop. Whatever the case, I have never before felt so powered to quit until now. I finally told my boyfriend of four years that I was STILL bulimic. (I say still because I told him I used to be but made it seem as if I was done with it all and hadn't b/p since high school. Terrible, I know...I was just so afraid he wouldn't love me anymore and would think I was a disgusting freak.) It took me about 30 mins of him saying "Just tell me what you want to say!" before I could fix my mouth to say it, but I finally did. He is moving in with me next month, so I'm hoping having him beside me more often will help me with recovering. However, he is trying, but admitted he doesn't really like to talk about it because he doesn't understand it and feels powerless to help me. But we are working on that. I told him that it would help me allot for us to try and talk about it more, and for him to maybe research bulimia so he can understand it better and maybe that would help him to help me, or at least understand me more. I told him that I want to go to outpatient therapy, because talking to someone who gets it and can relate would be a great help. He agrees that it is a good idea of course. I feel SO much better having told him the truth finally. I felt incredibly guilty before, as if he didn't really know the real me. Anyway, as far as therapy goes, the only problem is I was laid off and have no insurance to cover therapy/group therapy session. I feel strong, and he is helping me the best he can right now, but I really long to just completely vent and unload on someone who is either going through the same thing or understands it all, in person. No one in my life as far as I know has had an ED before, and he is the only person for right now that I feel comfortable telling. Does anyone have any advice? Jon and I are going to buy a journal for me today, he suggested that and I think it will help allot. I am doing good so far, and I have been praying allot and trying to think positive and be strong. I want to be better so bad, for myself, for Jon (my bf) and for my family and friends. I want to be free of this and have kids one day and be happy and alive again. Thank you for reading this and any advice or encouragement :)