Sometimes I scare myself. I want to get so skinny that I'm sick. So sick that I have to be hospitalized, stuck in a psych ward. I guess I just want people to know that something's wrong. That I'm not alright, after all. That the smiling face they all see is a lie.
I've been diagnosed with depression and chronic anxiety, but my parents are completely against me taking meds for these conditions. And since I'm a minor, that decision is left up to my parents. They think that depression and anxiety aren't real medical conditions. They think I should just figure it out for myself.
Sometimes, I feel so worthless that I can't get out of bed. Sometimes I feel so scared that I won't leave my room. But sometimes I feel happy, euphoric. I feel like dancing sometimes, and running, skipping.
What I'm trying to say is, I'm not always such a mope. It just gets to me sometimes.
Oh, and are you ready for some reverse thinspo? This is me, as of this morning:
I love, love, love all of you girls. And I love, love, love reading all of your blogs. Stay strong, everyone. We can do this together <3
xx Sofia
Those are what my legs look like, minus the light between my thighs XD
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry such a terrible thing happened to you, but talk therapy can be very helpful... I feel the same depression sometimes. Just standing up to move out of my freakin' bed is an effort :P Email me if you want support: sunflower.96@live.com
xoxo -Gossamer
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Not so bad ..! Your body is more satisfaisant than mine !
ReplyDeleteYou've got a bigger distance beetween your legs than mine ... :)