this morning I said it’d be a good day…and I was more right than I’ve ever been. point is: be positive
it’s hard pretending you’re ok when you’re fucking not
so close to not having a thigh gap yay yay yay…I’m not normal
found this from when I was inpatient and we had expressive therapy or something
the only reason I’m happy I relapsed last month
is because I had to go back to partial after it. and there I started talking more and being more outgoing. and made some great friends. I started being happier too. so, that’s the only good thing that came from relapsing.
if you see this I want you to know that
you’re beautiful and I’m happy you’re alive. I don’t know you but I’m happy. stay strong and if you need to talk or vent my ask is always open. I’ll never judge you.
- someone: how are you?
- me: good *fakes a smile*
- in my head: sad, not ok, depressed