Showing posts with label warrior. Show all posts
Showing posts with label warrior. Show all posts

Sunday, 27 October 2013

Day 9

 Create a list of all the negative things your eating disorder has given you.
·         Constipation
·         Worse sight and a lazy eye
·         Worse hearing
·         Thin hair
·         Dry skin
·         Lactose intolerance (gotten better)
·         Gluten intolerance (gotten better)
·         Joint pain
·         Chest pain
·         A lot of anxiety against food
·         People are actually scared of talking to me and look and stare a lot
·         Bad concentration
·         Paranoia over small things that don’t really matter
·         I’m too addicted to routines.
·         Exercise addiction
·         Extreme fear of nutrition and water consumption

And I keep counting for a long long time!

Thursday, 10 October 2013

Falling whole into a black hole

I’m falling. I am falling fast and deep into the unknown. Not exactly the unknown though, because I know it way too well. The kind of well no one should know. I need help. I desperately need help, and that fast. I don’t like asking for help, but I don’t have any choice. Not now. If I don’t ask for help, it will get worse. Way worse. I need someone to catch me, because I’m not able to do so myself. I have tried. I know it all comes down to me, but at this moment, I’ve tried everything. Literally everything and I am exhausted. I am exhausted of trying, but I don’t want to give up. I don’t have the energy to fight against those demons by myself much longer, and it hurts. It hurts that I am not doing well. It hurts because I feel like I am disappointing everyone around me. I am supposed to be better now, but I am not. I can’t take care of myself anymore because I simply don’t have the energy. I don’t know what is going on and it scares me. It scares the hell out of me. I try to put on a smile though because I feel like I am failing and I don’t want to bring everyone else around me down with me. I just want to be normal, the kind of normal where I don’t have to fight off big scary monsters every day to survive. Where those thoughts and voices leave me alone and I get to be myself fully and truly.


Everyday, there are tears running down my chins while all I want to do is to scream. My head is screaming. It is loud and it’s hurtful. I’m constantly battling the shame, guilt, disappointment and evilness in my mind. I am mad, I am furious and I am frustrated at the world and most of all, at myself. Everything around me, included myself, swirls into a black hole. Especially in the evenings when I know I’ll be alone for a long time, too many hours. Hours where I can’t distract my thoughts by surfing the internet, talking to people that make me feel better, looking for advices to fight even harder through the day or watch something fun. I will be alone for a long long time, all by myself.  All I want to do is to curl up beside my mom, feel her comfortable smell and fall asleep where I know I am safe. Where I know that if anything happens she is there to safe me. Even it is in my nightmares, she will be there by my side holding my hand, helping me battling off the monsters that attack me because she is the best mom in the whole entire world. 

Sorry.

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!

P.s. follow me on IG (margrets_recovery)

Thursday, 12 September 2013

My suicide story

Since it is suicide prevention week, I want to share a little bit of my story.
I have been struggling with suicidal thoughts and self-harm since I was 3 years old, that’s really scary! I didn’t get proper help until I was 5 years old, because no one believed my mom that I had these kinds of problems because I was so young. But guess what? As a 4 year old, I had already almost committed a suicide 3 times…  I got diagnosed with anxiety and depression at age 5 and was on medication from that time till I was 9 years old. Lucky me got in a remission from the disorders and I didn’t realise how lucky I really was. Until two years ago.

 The last couple of years haven’t been easy, actually the exact opposite. After almost two years of struggling with an ED (without realising it), isolating myself, being left out and teased, I exploded. I had been holding everything inside for so long and I regret not opening up earlier. What I didn’t know at that time was my case was much more serious than I thought. I had those typical disordered thoughts that I didn’t matter, that I deserved to die and that everyone would be better off without me. 


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! 

What I’m most thankful for now, is that I didn’t take my own life! I can’t imagine how my family would have felt if I had. By taking your own life you are taking away the pain, but you are also taking away the chance of things getting better! You haven’t lived you happiest days yet! Life isn’t over, even though you want it to. Life goes on, even though it is without you. Very interesting, exciting, happy things will happen and if you give up now, you won’t experience those things.

It is so important to take people seriously! No matter how much you don’t want to believe them, because when it comes to suicide, NO ONE lies! You wouldn’t kid around by saying that you wanted to kill yourself. That simply isn’t funny!

Smile to the lonely boy sitting alone in the corner of the classroom, to the girl that looks sad at the bus stop, to the shy girl walking in the halls looking at the ground. Say hi to them! You never know if that smile or “hi” saves a life. It could be the only thing that makes them survive the day. Think about it!
Smiles from stranger on the street, from people at school and from teachers really make my day! I remember when I was at my worst, there was this one teacher at school that took her time to talk to me, to say hi on her way to teach another class, to smile to me and show that she cared. I’m so thankful for that she took time to do those things because that literally saved my life! or as I like to say: she helped me to save myself because you can't count on people to save you, the only one who can and will save you is you! They can help you realise that you can be saved, but they can't save you. You have to do the work, it is hard and takes time, but you are worth it! Talk to people, tell them how you are feeling and if you want to, see a therapist/phsycologist/phsyciatrist.

 Maybe medication can help you to take the first step. They can make you strong enough mentally to be able and want to take the steps that lie ahead. But if you don't want them, that's comepletely ok as well! Everyone has their own point of view. In my case they helped me, but that doesn't mean they will help you, or that you need them. Don't take any perscription from a phsyciatrist that you've only talked to for 15 minutes, see them at least couple of times before.  
You can do this! You can survive! You can save yourself! Smile whenever you go past a mirror, even though you don't like what you see. After sometime this smile actually will increase your selfesteem and you'll feel better about yourself. Try it! 

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Stay strong little warrior. Better days lie ahead!


Since it's suicide prevention day today, 10th of September, I just want to tell you that you're beautiful and I believe in you! You can do this! You are stronger than you think and I love you! Hugs and kisses are on their way to you in the mail! 
I love you, no matter who you are, and I care!