I had lots of bad habits growing up. Throwing up after meals and cutting were the two worst.
I loved cutting. Every slice of my flesh was like a relief. When i saw the blood, i knew i was alive, something i questioned daily.
Throwing up put ME in control. I had no choices growing up of being admitted into psych ward after psych ward…
I felt happiest when my belly was empty and the scale number decreased.
I am doing a lot better using the coping skills i learned at school and therapy. I havnt cut in months and havnt thrown up in YEARS.
I use my blog to express my pain.
Somedays are bad, but overall, i am one happy girl! 😀