These are not my only needs

I need to draw to calm my anxiety, but I'm shaking so badly I can't hold a pencil steady. I need to stop shaking because it's freaking people out, but I'm so agitated I can't stop. I need to look after myself, but a worthless person places all others' needs above their own. I need… Continue reading These are not my only needs

This night

Sometimes I count calories so meticulously I know for certain how many have gone in and out. Sometimes I eat more calories in one sitting then I could ever hope to count. Tonight is one of those nights.

Here it Comes

It's happening as I check this label one more time, just in case I was wrong. It's happening as I add and subtract endlessly in my head, always overcompensating just to be safe. It's happening as I consider the lowest carb, lowest fat meal I can construct from the vegetables in my fridge. It's happening… Continue reading Here it Comes

Starvation: the all-too familiar sensation

This sensation claws at my chest, crawls inside my belly, and shivers beneath my hands, an internal shaking that I cannot cease. It's relentless, and stronger than my heartbeat, stronger than every intake of breath. Clinging to counter tops, resting on chairs, nodding the wooziness away, headaches and brain fog and heart murmurs that don't… Continue reading Starvation: the all-too familiar sensation

Anxious Human Here (4.0)

Turns out, there's still plenty on my mind. Here are some of the things that are making me anxious: People on buses who sit too close, whose clothing brushes against mine. People on buses who cough, or sneeze, or rub their hands against the seat, or avoid sitting next to me when I'm wearing short… Continue reading Anxious Human Here (4.0)

The Family Effect

To be perfectly honest, I have been under such a firm hold of dissociation that I can't remember whether I already wrote about this or not. Just before my nineteenth birthday, I almost killed myself. As in, the only reason I am alive today is because of one person who believes in me enough and… Continue reading The Family Effect

Triggers

Personally, most of my triggers escape me. The only ones I know for certain are the ones which produce anxiety; social situations and loud noise and public transport, among other things. But with regards to my depression, suicidality, self-harm and general life meltdowns, it's mostly unclear. Because they're a strange thing, triggers. Or more accurately,… Continue reading Triggers