A spoof of The Screwtape Letters that accurately sums up an eating disorder — and the complex conflict of living with it...
I want to say I'm sorry for such a downer of a post but I'm not. It's important to know what the depths of depression is really like. So, today I'm going to be vulnerable and share with you a glimpse behind the curtain into the darkness of depression.
Despite my depression I have always thought of myself as an optimistic person, until the day my therapist told me to stop...
Some people who suffer from mental illnesses such as PTSD, depression, anxiety, OCD, may cope with their symptoms by using drugs or alcohol. Although these provide instant relief, this is only temporary as the problems are still there when the drugs or alcohol fade away.
Why did I write it? Because, I was angry, which in turn made me feel completely guilty. I understood what was going on. Thus, I wrote the post, “The Anger at Someone with Mental Illness No One Talks About,” because I felt like I was a horrible hypocrite.
Is it okay to be angry at someone who struggles with mental illness? It’s a feeling of deep hurt that twists my stomach into knots. I give everything I can and feel that I get nothing in return. All I want is a connection, reliability, and for them not to be a downer all the time! I miss the person I use to know so well!
Every single day I check my social media. Yes, I'm a bit obsessed. Between seeing what all my friends are up to I read, "Murder!" "Terrorist attacks!" "Shooting!" "Death!" I feel my heart racing. Every single day something horrible is happening somewhere in the world and that terrifies me! I get scared to even check... Continue Reading →
As I lie in bed, I feel the warm tears flow down my face as the fan whirls above me instantly cooling the streams my tears leave behind as they run off my face onto my pillow. I lie there completely numb to my surroundings. Do I know why I'm crying? No. It just feels like... Continue Reading →
I carefully wrapped tape around each and every finger, covering up each fingerprint. Throughout the day everything I touched was numb to the most sensitive part of my fingers. I found myself enjoyed the lack of feeling. There was no real reason for taping my fingertips. At the time, it was just a random thing... Continue Reading →