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Mental illness is like fighting a war where the enemy’s strategy is to convince you that the war isn’t actually happening.
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I have been gone from the dark rabbit hole that is tumblr for quite some time, I found it triggering. I doubt any of you recall who I even am, well regardless I am back as I need this space.
I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease and with my sons special needs and medical struggles I hit rock bottom and m depression ate me alive.
Cutting and instead of starving I actually binged like a mo-fo.
However I am now digging my nails in and am NOT going to let this be my life. I joined the gym, am starting back into therapy, and am determined not to let my mental illness win.
I feel stronger then I have in awhile and I am pleased when I look in the mirror. my very first 5K is coming up in a week and I AM GOING TO KICK ASS!!
moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes
you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies
A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms.
Well Hello again.
I haven’t been on this account in a long long time.
My life became to hectic.
Thought I would check in on the old world, doubt any of you even remember me. Here’s some new photos <3
My life hasnt been a piece of cake. I am now a special needs mom. My oldest is on the Autism spectrum and my youngest has a bone marrow failure disorder.
I have not cut in about 5 months but tonight has been hell, my life is pain. I dont know what the future holds for my baby, a transplant, hell I dont know but sometimes the pain oh the pain hurts.
I see a DR this friday for my own health issues. I started dropping crazy amounts of weight, at 111. funny how when I am not trying to its falling off. there are days I cant breath, I feel weak, cold. I have horrible GI issues.
could use a kind word or two.
And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
surviving
looks like, my dear.