Hey there MF-Pals...Nice to meet you (My story)

I have had self-esteem and body image issues since I was 8 years old. I had a traumatic childhood which eventually caused me to starve myself to the point I fainted at school in the 10th grade, I didn't eat, I took laxatives, it was pretty bad, then I was homeschooled the rest of high school which caused me to gain a lot of weight, but it was then that my family got into horses so that was my 'therapy' until my horse bucked me off (2012) and I landed in the hospital. When they weighed me, I weighed 132 pounds. I was more freaked out about my weight than I was about the fact I was concussed and had a neck-brace on lol. Anyway, my horse was sold and my family moved into town. I drowned back into a severe depression where I had been contemplating suicide off and on every week to 2 weeks. I lost about 10 pounds the summer after my accident just by cutting back on fast food and caloric drinks. Nothing drastic. I weighed about 123 pounds. Then, it was around Thanksgiving and my Dad said something that really ticked me off. He had baked lasagna for dinner and I wanted it out of me. I didn't want anything to do with him, so I threw up in my bedroom trash can. It was a revenge, Ha! In your face sort of thing. I told myself I wouldn't do it again, but the exact opposite happened. I began throwing up no matter what I ate. I got to the point I was throwing up 5 times a day or more - even coffee and water. I was a mess. I was sneaking trash bags of puke outside just to keep from getting caught. My throat sounded hoarse all the time. I was having weird side pains. It was probably mid-December when my sister told my mom she thought I was throwing up. One day my mom yelled for me to come to the bathroom and I had forgot to bleach the toilet. Needless to say, I was embarrassed, tried to lie through me teethe about it, and my mom wanted me to get help. I am a smooth talker, so I got out of that. I did stop throwing up, though, mostly because it was too difficult to hide. The thing is: I wanted to die. I was hoping I would have a heart attack and just die, so that's why I was bulimic. I mean, sure, some of it was because I had this desire to be thin. But anyway, I know I have to be strong for the people who do care about me, so the last couple of weeks, since the new year, I got a job, I am getting my stuff together to go to school in the fall, and I signed up for Tang Soo Do (Karate). I joined my fitness because I want to eat like a normal person and get to a 'healthy goal weight'. I have managed to cut out the binging and purging for 2 weeks now and I have been eating a steady 2,000 calories a day. I am so ready to so things the right way for once. To better my body and health. To better my mind and ambition to survive. Sorry if this was a little over the top for a weight loss forum