(Mods, this is an x-post from Depression, so delete that one if need be)
I cannot seem to stop hating myself and feeling ashamed and disgusted with my behavior for long enough to think rationally enough to actually work on my problems with food. Excuse my grammar; I hope that made sense!
I used to be anorexic and I miss it. I know that is a horrible thing to say, but it's true. This out-of-control feeling around food is robbing me of my life. I am young and used to have so many hopes and dreams, but now I just don't give a d*** about anything.
I don't know what I want out of this. Hugs? Personal stories of triumph? I know I should suck it up, but I am lost as to how to do that. Right now I really don't want to be alive anymore (NOT suicidal, just exhausted)...and I know some of you guys will understand.

I know I need to start working on the feelings while I'm feeling good, not wait till I'm in full-blown panic mode to ask for help.