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"I took the group in my pocket"!

“I'm eating myself into a coma,” blurted out 26-year-old Reena. The group therapy session was coming to an end and she had been too ashamed to share her dilemma until now. “How could this be happening to me--again?” For months she had been free from the binging and purging that had brought her into therapy. “I'm afraid to admit it but I've been pigging out all week—and I'm tempted to purge, too,” she admitted ruefully. An impending public speaking presentation had pushed her over the edge. Being invited to speak in front of the entire hospital staff of over 500 colleagues was terrifying her. She was filled with anxiety and dread.