I can't leave my house. I am 27 and had a heart attack thanks to bulimia and anxiety. All I want to do is move away. That or stab stake knives through my wrists and saw until I have no more blood left.
Nothing is helping. Therapy isn't. Friends aren't. And the platitudes of strangers just make me more unhappy.
I'm not sure how I'm going to make it until my birthday. I'm not sure what I would do if I did.