There was a time when I felt very stuck.
I kept trying to get a grip on my life, but nothing worked.
I had a watchful eye on everything I did, everything I ate. I counted calories, I took laxatives or over-exercised if I went past my desired caloric amount (or even if I didn't). I felt totally out of control with money, and I put myself in self-compromising positions because I didn't know what boundaries felt like.
Every morning I'd wake up and hate the way I felt. I hate the way I looked. I felt completely trapped in a perpetual state of self-hatred and inner shame.