Sunday, 27 October 2013
Day 9
Thursday, 10 October 2013
Falling whole into a black hole
Thursday, 3 October 2013
Day 3
List 10 NON physical things you like about you.
This is going to be hard...
1. I'm caring
2. I'm smart, not as smart as I was before Ana, but I'm still smarter than average.
3. I'm usually on time and I HATE being late.
4. I'm kind of a Pollyanna, I get it from my greatgrandma.
5. I always put others feelings before mine (that is sometimes negative...)
6. I love my family more than anything in this world. They are the reason why I'm still here and struggling through recovery.
7. I can't lie, it is literally impossible for me. Well sick me lied more than telling the truth, but it always ended with me telling the truth because I couldn't bare the guilt (there is when me, real me, came to senses)
8. I love animals, they've helped me through some really tough times. Just having someone to cuddle with, talk to and care for really helps.
9. I can't sleep much (if I'm not really depressed). I like it because that way I won't miss out of great days.
10. I actually like a bit of my disorders, they've shaped me to the person I've turned out to be AND they've made me into one hell of a warrior. :)
I'm not used to counting up things I like about myself, my thoughts usually go the other way. But I did it!
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Thursday, 12 September 2013
My suicide story
I went to the school therapist to ventilate and get everything off my chest. I didn’t think it mattered, but I just wanted to tell someone how I was feeling. Before I even had time to blink was he on the telephone with the local children and youth psychiatric health station to get me an emergency appointment. Since then (September 2011) I’ve been in therapy. But despite of that, I tried to commit suicide 5 times that school year, and 7 times the next one (last year). I had 4 emergency appointments to evaluate if I should be admitted to a hospital to keep me from doing anything stupid, but it was always on the edge, so they evaluated that I could be at home. What they didn’t know was that the nights after those appointments, I self-harmed a lot (nut by cutting, I’ve never cut, but by punching myself, banging my head into things and kicking stuff). I felt like I wasn’t taken seriously, that I didn’t matter, and that only made thing worse. Finally last year I was admitted to a hospital. I say finally, because that was the turning point. I FINALLY got proper help! After 14 years of not being taken seriously!

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