Reflecting on this day and while I wish I could share an inspirational message, but the biggest thing I have learned in these last eight years is that life is incredibly hard…make that FUCKING hard…And just when you think it can’t get any harder, it does. Continue reading
If I die I am ok. I am finally no longer in pain. I don’t have to feel broken and shattered every single day. I’ve tried. Time does not make it better. It only makes it worse. Continue reading
I needed some sort of warning for this before this morning…
…and on a day I’m supposed to go to work. I honestly did not go into this phone call expecting this to be the outcome. I thought I was the one making who was going to be making a choice, that I had a decision to make and that I had some questions around the possible options of that decision. That alone felt super challenging and emotional. I’d spent all week preparing for that. Doing so much journaling and soul searching. Really trying to determine what was the best choice. Continue reading
So here’s the problem…I’m afraid to talk the food part being hard. I feel stuck in a corner.
It’s no one’s fault but my own. My therapist does not want to do this again, and I understand where she is coming from. She has every right to not want to do this type of work with me. The hard part about that is, if she doesn’t, I don’t have anyone to do that with. And I’m left with no one who can know what is going on. Its only me. Continue reading
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