OK, so I arrived safely at my parent's place. I called the local doctors yesterday just in case I needed them and that seems OK.
I'm not in a good way though. Chest pains, stomach pains, liver pains, you name it. I'm now terrified that an incredibly painful episode of heartburn I had a couple of weeks ago after another binge might have been an oesophageal tear. After this length of time it's only 10% survivable even with treatment.
Yesterday my Mum drove me to the beach and I just sat on a rock and cried. In the evening I begged my parents for their forgiveness. I sat with my sister and we discussed all the fun times of the past. Dear God, please give me a future.
I can't believe I'm writing this. This cannot be real.
Forwards.