I don't even know how to start this, but it has gotten to the point where I don't know how much longer I can keep going. I know I need to for the people around me but I don't know if I can keep going for myself. I was so good for so long, and the last week has felt like I've been crushed by thousands of bricks. I can't get out of bed and when I do, all I can think of is to be back asleep, peaceful, not a worry in the world. I made a promise to myself, a reason to keep going. It's different for everyone. I need to keep going... This is the most painful experience of my entire life thus far. But I've got to change. I've been diagnosed with an eating disorder, anxiety and depression. My parents have no idea, and honestly they don't understand nor care either. I can do any uni work because I break down in tears... I can't bring myself to do anything, but exercise, or eat and then feel guilty. This is going to be a documentation of me trying to get my life back, not for a couple days but forever. Hopefully, this doesn't just help myself but it also helps me as well. For now, it's 10:50pm on the 18th August 2021, and this isn't going to be an easy journey, there is going to be a lot of up's and downs. But, hopefully this work out for the best x

1 year ago

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