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For me, the disease of compulsive eating is like the best friend you love to death and stick with no matter what, until you notice she is crazy, hurts you, lets you down, and doesn’t give you the support you once got from her. Then it hurts so much that you want a “friend divorce,” but you also can’t believe you’re considering life without her. For me, it was the relentless, negative feelings that broke me. I hoped I could feel okay without her, but part of me didn’t want to even try. I thought nothing would ever feel like

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