You don’t think about it too much. You just do it. Is it the guilt, is it the shame? By the time you start to think about it, binging is in full force. You feel like crying out in anger and frustration, but it doesn’t help at all. And then comes the purging. Relief, addictive as hell and no way to stop it once it starts going. Are you sick, are you damaged beyond repair? You don’t know, you don’t care, but the guilt and shame pile up, so you binge again and it all starts over.
