coloring in my colleges library while trying not to cry š
i deserve to be an eel. in a crevice with a bunch of other eels. opening and closing our mouths over and over
Itās almost my birthday.. and yet I want to kill myself instead of celebrating lol
I genuinely thought that I was getting better, that I was moving on from my past. That I wasnāt the same 83 pound ball of depression and suicidal thoughts. But now I can realize that recovery isnāt a liner line, itās a wave that has high highs and low lows. Some days itās be a high, while others are a low. I may be depressed and doing things I shouldnāt do, but Iām not starving myself and Iām not cutting myself. And for me thatās a win. Yes Iām hurting in other ways, but Iām not bleeding and Iām not skin n bones anymore. I have scars that show I lived and Iām 105.8 pounds now. Technically Iām still in the bmi underweight category but not by much. Iām at a happy weight. And while yes sometimes I forget to eat, and others I say that I donāt deserve to. Thatās all a part of my recovery, it might not be how others recover as each and every person handles things differently. All forms of moving forward- yes even the ups and downs- are a valid form of healing and progress. It shows that you are strong and kicking whatever it is that you are facing in the butt.
Sorry that this was so long, Iām on day three of not sleeping and needed to get this out. Good night or good morning, I hope you all have a lovely time. -3rat
i feel so left out. like everyone around me knows how to be a human and i donāt.
1. Don't send pictures of yourself to people you absolutely don't know
2. These groomers/pedophiles will disguise themselves as Ed accounts so beware of random accounts texting you
3. If there's anyone who you are associating yourself with starts to make you feel uncomfortable BLOCK THEM!!! I CAN'T STRESS THIS ENOUGH
4. These "people" will ask you for personal information private photos etc. And pretend to be your ana coach/buddies and im speaking for experience please by careful I don't want anyone being taken advantage of or even worst.
I feel like all my friends are pulling away from me and I donāt know why.
no one responds to my texts yet they donāt text me without me doing so first, or they say that they didnāt see my message when I can see when they read it. Everyone has time to hang together, but when I ask to join they have too many people even though itās just my roommate and our two friends. Suddenly everything that we all used to do gets pushed to the side only for me to see them posting about how fun their day was, but they told me it was canceled.
I feel like Iām being excluded from my own friend group, and I hate this feeling of abandonment. I donāt like being lonely. And I might be overreacting but if you were in my place, youād probably feel the same way!
when i actually do get āincludedā itās like im not even there, i got talked over and brushed past, itās like im a ghost. I thought part of college would be better then high school, but turns out itās the exact same, full of fake friends and people that only want to use you for their own gain. Fuck this place and fuck my friends
At this rate, they'll find me dead in my room any day now. And the worst thing is that nothing in their lives would change in the slightest.
Shouting at them until they cry/retaliate.
Humiliating them in front of friends and family.
Refusing to let them see friends and family.
Isolating them from what's outside.
Refusing to let them have control over their own finances / keeping it all for yourself.
Belittling their looks, their personality, their thoughts, etc.
Bullying them in any way.
Purposely pushing boundaries.
Threatening them, either physically, verbally or emotionally.
Controlling what and when they eat.
Locking them in rooms so they can't escape.
Refusing to let them use the toilet/eat/sleep/etc. after or before a certain time.
Gaslighting them into questioning their own reality.
Lying to or manipulating the people around them so they look like the abuser.
Purposely breaking their belongings, especially in front of them.
Ignoring safewords/"stop"/anything that indicates they're not okay with what's happening (in general, not just in the bedroom)
Giving them zero privacy. That means going through their diaries, tracking them, attending their therapy/doctors appointments when they don't want you to.
Setting them up to fail for the sole purpose of getting to punish them.
Obvious favoritism of one child over another/the others.
All of these are things that I have personally been through. They contributed heavily to my eating disorder, my BPD, my anxiety and my depression.
I love going on late night drives with my roommate :3
It gives me a chance to think
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