“I’m Not Hungry”
It was hard to face the truth that no matter how fast the number on the scale dropped, how long I could go starving myself, or how small my waistline got, it would never be enough.
It was hard to face the truth that no matter how fast the number on the scale dropped, how long I could go starving myself, or how small my waistline got, it would never be enough.
Boundaries are no longer a buzzword, no longer an imaginary line in the sand: they become our new bylines for how we allow ourselves to be treated.
The thing that I was the best at controlling was what food I put into my body and how much of it I chose to consume and when.
I don’t know why I can’t seem to bear this life. I don’t know why I’m still here.
Having a panic attack is not necessarily a sign of an impending breakdown or a step back in recovery.
We deserve to seek help without stigma from those tasked with caring for us.
I remember drafting an email to her and waiting three days because I was too nervous to send it.
There’s this phrase I keep seeing when a tragic and usually surprising suicide makes the news.
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