When the burden of being a burden becomes so burdensome the burden can no longer be bourne, it's crunch time. Disappear into Wonderland with the big white rabbit, going permanently mad? Or just go - permanently? Or do what needs to be done and reach out? Clearly the latter is the healthier option.
I identify really strongly as "the girl with the eating disorder". I need a better identity in order to move past this one... I get asked from time to time what to "do" to help or support me. I'm usually flummoxed by this question. I have no idea how to help myself - how can I provide information I don't know?!
I have found God. Some people reading this will rejoice. Others will wring their hands and wonder what the fuck happened to me. I neither know nor care. My entire life has been spiritually bereft, and it turns out that hasn't been entirely beneficial for my mental health. I grew up without any type of [...]
In 2012, I became the very happy recipient of a a gastric lap band. In 2019, I'm having it removed. On Monday to be precise. I'm petrified.
There are many people in my world who have wronged me. No more than anyone else - we all deal with irritating twats, ignorant loudmouths, and just plain rude arseholes. Forgiving the sins - big and small - of others, is a powerful tool that benefits the forgiver more than than the forgiven. At the end of the day, most irritating, ignorant, arseholes are probably blissfully unaware of their foot-in-mouth disease.