This isn't urgent, but I've been really scared, depressed and lonely for the past week. I've already said this, but my sister got a bug last week and I've locked inside my room, eating packaged food, or anything that my sister hasn't been around. But as she's starting to eat again, she's going for the same food as I am, which further narrows my diet. She just keeps on getting sick, at least 1 - 2 times a year since my phobia started (Coincidentally, she got sick once in five years before my phobia started). My dad tries to help me through it, but he doesn't understand my phobia as much as mum does. I've told him that vomiting is the equivalent of dying, or the end of the world, and he laughs as if it dramatic (I don't really blame him - but it still hurts). Mum is looking after my grandma and grandpa for the weekend, as they live an hour and a half away. My grandparents on both my mum and dad's side are getting towards the end of their lives, although I'm too worried to feel sad for them, which makes me look selfish while I don't mean to be.
Here's another dramatic story:
About 5 years before my phobia started, when I was 5 years old, my dad asked me what I wanted to be when I grow up. I said, "Happy". Ah, optimism... wish I still had it.