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#BINGE eating has made my husband mad at me for not caring about myself

anyone else dealing with this? how do you deal with it?

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How do I stop a #BINGE when #depressed ?

I've had #Anxiety and #Depression for about 15 years now, but lately, life's been difficult and it's getting to me. I have undiagnosed binge eating problems that are exacerbated by depression and anxiety.

My question is, how do I get back to focusing on my health and nourishing my soul, rather than eating everything in sight when I am feeling this way? #BingeEatingDisorder #Depression #Anxiety #help

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I think I have a binge eating disorder

Im 99% I have it. And I have for years. Everytime I binge I think "that was the last time, no more" and I still binge again. At this point I've been binging about 3-5 times a week and afterwards I feel so fat and disgusting. I tend to binge on white bread that I know I shouldn't eat because I'm gluten intolerant but I just think to myself "f*ck it, I don't care". But I do care afterwards.
I've just binged and now I feel so horrible and gross. I'm so disappointed in myself. Again..
I know I should go to the doctor but I'm too embarrassed. I've already been to the doctors so many times with all my other health issues. I don't know what to do anymore.
#BingeEatingDisorder #BINGE

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Usually I stress eat and also eat a lot when I’m home alone. I started to lose weight because I was a little more active and Wellbutrin makes me not as hungry. This started in August. It’s now beginning of March and i have lost about 60 lbs. before I wasn’t paying attention or trying to lose weight I like to control my stress eating but it may have gotten out of control. I am eating probably 500 calories a day and I have noticed my hair is thinner. But I don’t want to gain any weight. #Depression #BINGE #FoodRestrictions #Selfharm

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Hi my name is Juan, I'm a male with a #BINGE #bed I have struggled for over 10 years and I attended a IOP treatment program for 3 months back in 2017. I observed while attending I'm was the only man their and 99.9% we're all women. I noticed majority of the clients feared me because some of them were sexually assaulted or have bad relationships with there dad's. After I graduated from IOP program, I haven't gone back because I don't feel really supported and alone living with a eating disorder. I feel as if there is lack of eqauilty ED community, men do struggle but we keep slient though.

Angela Gulner

Story Behind BINGE: Show About Bulimia

But I didn’t mean to. Really, I didn’t. My 17-year-old self wasn’t standing in front of her full-length mirror, wearing only her bra and panties (I hate that word, don’t you? Panties. Panties. Gross.), examining every nook and cranny of her perfectly average body thinking: You know what sounds fun? Puking my guts out for the next 10 years so I have something fun and edgy to write about when I move out to LA. Yeah! That sounds like a great time! I just meant to get thin. I wanted to get thin since I knew Thin was a thing girls were supposed to want to be. I remember the moment exactly: I was 7, taking a bath with my former step-sister (a story for another day), when she poked my stomach and said, “You’ve got four sets of boobies! That’s because you’re fat!” I looked down. She was right. I had four pinkish rolls of fat cascading down my belly, while she, flat as a goddamn board, had none. My eyes teared up. I covered my mid-section with my arms and hung my head low. I felt shame for the first time in my life. Shame about of my body. That’s because you’re “fat.”* It had never dawned on me to think of my body as anything other than the vessel that allowed me to play kickball with the neighbors, or run through the sprinkler in my bikini or throw wild temper-tantrums when I didn’t get my way. I’d foolishly assumed, for the first seven years of my life, that my body was for doing. But life would teach me that a woman’s body was for judging, for shrinking, for viewing and for hating. That’s because you’re “fat.” Thus began my 20-year hunt for Thinness. Throughout adolescence, the shame around my body grew, and with it, that desire for Thinness. A Thinness that would take my shame away. Despite easy friendships and a nerdy love of learning, shame was always lurking nearby. She would lash out when I answered a question wrong in class, or was made fun of by a boy I liked, or was told I was “too pushy,” “too loud,” “too driven,” “too much.” No one said that to other girls. That’s because you’re “fat.” I spent more time in front of the mirror, I sucked in my gut, I wore baggy shirts when I swam (always a killer look). I even quit dance, which I loved, because I just couldn’t handle standing next to Jennifer. Perfect Jennifer. Beautiful Jennifer. Thin Jennifer. At 17, I learned how to count calories. I got Thin. And I’m not going to bullshit you, it felt great. The mystical Thin I’d spent 10 years searching for was mine. I had done it. And I wasn’t giving it up. Not for anything. I wasn’t giving up that power, that control, that feeling of superiority. It didn’t matter that I was cold all the time, or that my hair was falling out, or that my heart rate was low and hard to detect, or that the compliments at school had been replaced by stares and whispers and sad, concerned looks. And the doctor who dared to call me “anorexic” could go fart in a dumpster for all I cared because I felt great I felt great I felt great I felt great I felt — Therapy didn’t work. But I did start eating again. Bingeing. A lot. And it caught up with me. When I went off to college, I started gaining weight. And that was unacceptable, so I’d starve myself again. But before I knew it, I’d find myself back under my dorm staircase, shoving an entire pizza down my throat at 3 a.m. again. Not because I was drunk, like my peers, but because I was starving. That’s because you’re “fat.” Purging followed soon after. That cycle — starve, binge, purge, repeat — stayed with me for the next 10 years. It survived my first attempt at treatment, at a rehab center in Minnesota. It survived three boyfriends, losing my virginity and graduate school. And it tried to survive Los Angeles, but art got in the way. See, I moved out here to be an actor. And in 2013, I got a bit of acting work. Exciting, right? Wrong. I was so consumed in my cycle, in my precious bulimia, I couldn’t enjoy it. I don’t even remember the name of the character I played. And if I couldn’t enjoy the very thing I was supposed to love the most, if I couldn’t create, then what was the point? Thin couldn’t possibly be more important than creation. So I got help. I went to treatment at a Partial Hospitalization Program that was eight hours a day, six days a week, for almost four months. And I got better. Because I was finally ready to let Thin go. All that suffering being said, there was so much about my time with an eating disorder that was darkly hilarious. And I met some of the most intelligent, fascinating people in treatment. Their stories — our stories — are important, and they are severely underrepresented in mainstream media. So often, eating disorders get a one episode feature in a family drama: Little sister won’t eat. Family worries. Family talks. Little sister cries. Little sister eats again. Eating disorder cured! That’s bullshit. There is so much diversity and nuance within the eating disorder community, and those stories need to be heard. So I – with my co-writer Yuri Baranovsky and his kick-ass team at HLG Studios — created BINGE – a dark comedy about my time with bulimia. We hope it can be a source of laughter, irony, community and catharsis for those living with eating disorders, and a source of knowledge and insight for those who don’t. Finally: If you’re struggling, I want you to know, it can get better. I promise. I thought recovery was impossible, I was too far gone, I’d never break out of the cycle. But today, I can’t even remember what I had for breakfast and I honestly don’t care. Your pain is valid. You are valid. Seek help. It can work. I love you, and keep fighting. Watch BINGE here. *There’s nothing wrong with being fat. But there’s everything wrong with the way society treats people who are fat, and stigmatizes the word “fat.” That I, at age 7, had already learned to associate “fat” with “bad” is a massive failure on the part of our culture. It’s fucked up, and I’m sorry. This piece originally appeared on XOJane. If you or someone you know is struggling with an eating disorder, you can call the National Eating Disorders Association Helpline at 1-800-931-2237 . We want to hear your story. Become a Mighty contributor here . Screenshot via HLG Studios.