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The following was written by a sufferer of Bulimia in 1994, who expressed her true feelings in great depth. These feelings of inadequacy often apply to most Bulimics. Those that are close to the sufferer should try to understand the severity of these feelings and accept that this is truly a reality to the person suffering from the eating disorder.
"I sold all I had for the money. But, there was no small, underprivileged child waiting at my doorstep, no animal in distress crying out for help; only the unsuitable greed of a demented fly continually searching for the impossible, me!
The SOUL OF MANIPULATION leaves trails of contamination, destroying everything she touches. No-one is more shrewd, selfish, dangerous and more convincing - she is the queen of parasites, the high priestess of deceit. The fruits of sacrifice is only beneficial if the motive is positive. When a Satanist sacrifices a child through physical, emotional and sexual abuse, one is left feeling repulsed. When someone sacrifices everything for the abuse of food, their body, their mind and those around them; they can only be compared to the barbaric ways of the devil.
The rape of the mind, body and soul through self-destruction is beyond comprehension. Therefore the source must be eliminated completely. But how? Burning with acid? Is it strong enough?
I had a dream I could experience the real world, appreciate it’s beauty, it’s glory, it’s life! I had a dream I could fly like a swift, swim like an eel, sing like a mockingbird and love like a dolphin. Now my dreams are shattered, fragments of glass, with cutting edges dripping blood. All that is left is hopeless desolation and fear."
The Soul of a Bulimic...The Silent Voice of the Bulimic
Please help me, I have nowhere left to turn
Please save me, my rapid decline is overwhelming
Please protect me, I am my own worst enemy
Please love me, I hate myself
Please clean me, I am contaminated
Please nature me, I am continuously hungry
Please acknowledge me, I am useless in every way
Please guide me, I am blind and confused
Please cover me, I am so cold
Please understand me, I feel so alone
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