Not purging tonight left me with sorrow.
Sometimes it seems like it would have been a better idea to listen to the parts of me that want to protect me from feeling this much.
Sometimes opposite actions feel incredibly wrong.
Sometimes Most of the time feeling this much is hard to handle alone.
In the middle of this pit of sorrow is just a little girl with a very bad stomach ache and some tears and a hurting heart.
God? Mom? Anyone hold her, please—I can’t do it.