🌸 just buzzin by to remind you!🌸
I have free time right now so I figured I would tell you what’s going on with me at the moment. The main problem is I found out some stuff about my grandmas condition. She hasn’t been doing good lately, and about two weeks ago she was put into the hospital due to heart failure and while I was visiting her she seemed okay and everyone said she would be okay. They kept her for about four days before they released her to go home. From here on I was very uninformed about how she was and her condition, that was until yesterday. No one told me how she was doing, I actully had to easedrop on my mom telling my older brother over the phone. She is back in the hospital and her condition is terrible. They said she’s back because of her heart condition because it’s racing out of control. They said they can’t fix it either because she’s to old and will die in the Surgery so they are hoping it will slow down by itself. Then aparntly when they arived at the hospital she said she was happy to be somewhere she has never been to before….. she had spent four days there not even half a month before. They told her this and it was completely gone from her memory. She’s getting worse everyday and I’m so scared that she won’t be okay. My grandma is the most important person on this planet to me and I don’t want to lose her. How would I even react to that? Secondly my mind has been getting me down alot more lately and I actully caved in because of my anxity. I’m getting bad again. Really bad. ~Anon
Please eat, you deserve to 💟
Because of my decade of eating disorders, this is where I’ve been 🦋
🌸I’ve purged in every single bathroom on my college’s campus.
🌸 I’ve been questioned for smelling like vomit
🌸 I’ve bruised my ass and legs (which hurt for weeks after) just by sitting down
🌸 I have fainting spells now! Last Friday I fainted 5 times and was nearly sent to the ER. Once I fainted in the shower and as a result, my boyfriend insists on keeping the bathroom door open and on checking on me. Every shower since.
🌸 I’ve eaten trash during a binge
🌸 I’ve eaten a 2 week old stale donut that I found in my boyfriend’s friend’s apartment during a binge.
🌸 I have rummaged through the homes of friends, family, and even strangers for scales to weigh myself. Once, I even pawed through a frat house during a party to weigh myself. (If you’re curious, I found one and did weigh myself.)
🌸I’ve shoplifted laxatives and diuretics in desperation.
🌸I have bone- bruised my coccyx (tailbone) by sitting on the toilet.
🌸 I’ve seized (had a seizure) because I had binged and purged so many times in a day.
🌸 I have destroyed my thyroid (a very important organ, I may add) because of my years of ED, and will now be on medication for the rest of my life.
🌸I have permanently damaged my intensities from abusing laxatives.
🌸 My stomach is beyond fucked up as a result of permanent damage.
🌸I have abused drugs I didn’t even want to do in order to suppress my appetite.
🌸I have damaged my heart because of my ED.
🌸 I have stolen food to binge and purge.
🌸I have both puked and shit blood because of damaged organs.
🌸I had, at one point, lost half my hair because of malnutrition– adding of course that I grew lanugo EVERYWHERE in addition.
🌸 I get dizzy spells every time I stand
🌸I have taken so many laxatives that I spent an entire day puking and shitting.
🌸 I have seriously emotionally hurt my partner (romantic) because of actions I took because of my eating disorder.
🌸 I have drained my bank account compulsively buying ED shit.
🌸 I have chronic chest pains because of my ED.
🌸 I have gotten bone-bruises in my sleep because I had my joints crossed.
🌸I have lost my adolescence and youth to my ED
🌸 I have estranged myself from my family because of my ED
🌸 I have not spent a day without thinking about my weight since I was 9/10 years old.
🌸 I have had my ED so long, it has become a part of my identity and sense of self– I am terrified of recovery because of this
🌸 I have shortened my lifespan significantly–to the point where I have discussed the fact that I will die first wth my partner, as we plan our future together.
This has ruined my life.
Please do not think these disorders will in any way improve your life, they will only plunge you into hell. I do not say these things for pity or attention– I simply want to deter others from ever dabbling in ED behaviors and encourage those who have not been disordered long to seek help before it’s too late. And, obviously, to deter anyone from seeking this kind of behavior. These diseases will destroy you in every realm of your life. They will kill you. I have lost friends to these diseases. Death is a real threat– do not make the mistake of thinking it cannot happen to you. It will. All an eating disorder will ever be is pain.
We need to destroy the glamour that seems to surround eating disorders, which only exists because of the rampant misinformation on the subject. We must bring the true reality of ED’s to light. We cannot let misinformation ruin any more lives. Please spread the reality of EDs. It’s never too late to recover. I encourage everyone to seek recovery/ and or treatment.
Much Love, K
This is all over the place and so out of order but i need to get it off my chest. So my family always has this thing where when we do get togethers, at night something always goes wrong, someone always ends up crying, and almost everyone is hurt. So this year it was my sister. My sister had been stuggling alot lately, and the night before the party talked with her husband and discussed divorce which he said he wanted. She wanted to forget it so she didn’t tell anyone and she got drunk. She found this girl flirting with her husband at the party and she got upset, and my brother is also going through stuff so they were going to basicly go and try to have fun and dance and listen to music with their family and forget about it until my brother pulled my sister inside and sat her down trying to give her basicly relationship thiripy, which this was not the time. Because everyone was kinda drunk, so she was already emotional and my brother made it so much worse. So I was there trying to calm her down because she was crying and trying to talk and getting overwelmed and dizzy and about to puke because she couldn’t calm her breatheing, and I wasn’t going to leave her because I know how she felt because I used to have really bad breakdowns. And so my other brother came in and pulled me out and then they went walking up the road so I followed in which I watched someone my sister loves so much as a uncle tell her to kill herself and drive off. And so at this point I was pissed and my sister was hurt so I was about to beat in anyone’s faces who dared say anything rude to my poor sister who is already going trough so much these past two weeks. And her husband came up there and my other brother (nice one) and I defended her and he walked away giving up in which I then proceded to call him a dick. Then I sat by her telling her it’s okay and to calm her breathing and tell her to breath in through her nose and she couldnt. So we sat in the middle of the old gravel unused road in frount of her grampas old house while she cried as I held her and rubbed her back. My brother told me to leave because I didn’t need to see her like this because I’ve been struggling with my anxity really bad lately and my sister told me thank you and to leave so I did. And then I came back to the house. I wanted to see my mom so I found her in the house where she was drunk and couldn’t even talk correctly, And that’s the first time I’ve ever seen her like that and it was because she had a friend come to the party who got her drunk, and she’s in bed rn with a hangover too. And last night she had some girl in the room with her so I walked out. And my older cousin who sat with me last year while I cried after the party was there again this year ready to bring me into a giant hug again this year. He brought me outside where we sat on the swing and talked about random stuff. I texted my boyfriend because at this point my brother and I had already took him home and stopped by our old friends grave and I almost cried then too. So I texted him and he made me super happy and then my brother and sister came back from up at her granpas house and my other brother came outside to start throwing stuff and yelling and my cusin just tried to distract me by asking me stuff while I cried. And then my mom came outside while my brother almost punched her And my sister yelled at her. So mom pulled me out of the house and forced me to go home with her. Which I was not okay with. And I cried until I got home and once I was home it was 1 am. Which I proceded to sit alone for 30 minutes on the bathroom floor and cry like it was sixth grade all over again. ~Anon
Bruce: Why did you get arrested?
Jason: We don't know?
Dick: We didn't do anything wrong.
Tim: We got pulled over and when the officer said "papers" Jason yelled "scissors" and Dick drove off.
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