I’d rather have a bowl of coco pops than lay on the bathroom floor biting on a towel to try and cope with the pain of my laxative addiction. You’re too scared to stop but you’re also too scared to carry on, the more you take, the more you need and you can barely afford to keep buying them. Everyday you worry the pharmacist will refuse, you have a plan A, B, C and D because you need these little yellow pills. You don’t sleep anymore, you’ve timed it so precisely. The pain is the worst you’ve ever felt and sometimes you fear you’re going to die from it. You don’t know how to stop. You are trapped.