Back with a bang, I think(I hope)

I'm happy that I've thrown up all of what I've eaten today.


I'm happy that I can feel the little flutters in my chest start again.


I'm happy that I feel like I can cope and move without food inside me.


I'm happy that I'm terrified to eat again today.


I'm happy that I don't plan on eating until tomorrow evening.


I'm happy that I have to purge anything that's not a safe food.


I am happy that Bulimia is tightening it's grip on me.


And most of all I'm happy that my life seems to have an element of control to it again, finally I can breathe, finally, I don't have to pretend to myself or anyone else that I'm recovering any more.