I've tried to post on this board before, but everytime I try I end up deleting my message before I submit it.... this must be my 20th attempt or something.
So this is my issue...
Things are really rotten right now and I'm having a very bad time. I just graduated so I should be excited about my future but instead I'm crying all the time. I have never been honest with anyone about my situation I just don't think they'll understand. Since this is anon. I guess I could just vent all of my rubbish and hope someone has been through similar and can reassure me.
When I was 12, my dad divorced my abusive alcoholic stepmother and we lost our house, the family business... everything just washed down the drain. Consequently, I grew up living in horrible conditions since my dad never really got another job, had a heart attack and just sort of... I dunno drifted from one toxic situation to the next leaving us worse and worse off.
As a young teenager I coped with it through drugs and bulimia. Cutting a long story short, I went to see a counsellor when I was sixteen and she really put things into perspective for a while and somehow I was able to cope. I've always had strong ambitions and managed to direct all my energy on the quickest way to get out of my horrible situation, to get to university and hopefully carve out a better life for myself.
I managed to get into one. Not to sound too pretentious but I managed to get to a good one (like in the top 5 of the league tables) and I was able to get away from homelife for a while. I also gained weight during my a-levels and my degree, especially during my degree actually, because I ate out a lot since we'd never had the money when I was younger.
As my graduation came closer, I got more and more stressed and started to binge. It was fear of my habits getting worse and worse that made me get on the health road and I've been focused on that for ages.
I've moved back home now and until I get a job I'm trapped here. I can't stand living here it is awful and makes me so depressed. (to specify- we have no carpets, the oven's broken, the car is broken and today the TV broke, everything is a mess and I managed to break my toe tripping over something two days ago.) I can't really tell my dad any of how I feel because he'll agree and then talk about why HE hates it and how it isn't his fault ect. ect.
This is obviously affecting my relationship with food again. Big time. Everything feels so grimey that I don't want to eat (!) and so I'm not eating properly. When I am eating it's really irregular and the depression has killed my apetite- being hungry makes me feel worse and the cycle continues. Since I've come back I've had stomach pains which seem to go away and then come back again.
My only option is to get a job, but the job market sucks right now (they think there's about 85 graduates per 1 position) and I'm terrified of failing and ending up trapped here the way my dad has.
I just feel completely out of control over my situation. The only thing I can control is my weight loss and even that has stalled. I'm so afraid of failing, I just don't know how I can cope with it.

I'm really sorry you're going through this.