I quietly closed the bathroom door behind me as I stepped onto the tile floor. I shook nervously as I stood, bent over the round toilet bowl. I brought my hand up to my mouth and stuck two trembling fingers down the back of my throat. I felt myself gag as pain struck my inside. My throat tightened around my fingers as I viciously wiggled them back and forth. My eyes watered as I purged out my pain, ache, and stress I felt daily that had transformed into food. I closed my now puffy eyes, shook the tears out of them as I continued to release my feelings into a small, round toilet I would soon become acquainted with. Inside my mind was a terrible place to be.