Everything suffers. My brain goes to a different place, a place where my real life isn't included. I quit everything that interests me, exercise, reading, time with friends and family. Life goes from colors to grays. Sounds dramatic but it really isn't. It's just the truth.

@ars371 - I understand that. The guilt is awful. It feels dishonest somehow just because we feel we have to keep this a secret.. Earlier this year, I started to admit my problem to my close family and friends and that seemed to help. Just owning it helps me...I don't know if that works for others, but for me it took away the hiding and made me push harder to do better for myself.

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@ars371 - I understand that. The guilt is awful. It feels dishonest somehow just because we feel we have to keep this a secret.. Earlier this year, I started to admit my problem to my close family and friends and that seemed to help. Just owning it helps me...I don't know if that works for others, but for me it took away the hiding and made me push harder to do better for myself.

I agree with the OP, I feel like it affects many areas of my personal and work life. I like how you've mentioned opening up to close family/friends. I think that making it known would make it less likely to binge privately; especially if you had to tell someone after for accountability. I hope that one day I am at a place where I can be more open about it.

It affects everything for me too because I get in a down mood, get more anxious, more depressed, more frustrated and hopeless. And I also can feel this physically so barely make it through my daily things.