Human Life


This happens more often then what people think. As I study psychology and become more self-aware of myself I have come to fully understand a lot more about my inner core.

I have been going through a lot since December if 2014 and that is not even mentioning personal reasons prior to this interaction that I have seemed to be now fully committed too.

I keep falling for the same things every single time. I think that I have established trust with someone who I KNOW isn’t worth it, and I KNOW they cannot be trusted period. So why do I keep putting myself in the same position, the same feeling of helplessness, the same feelings of blame, anger, depression. sadness, emptiness, and utter shame? I know that this person tells me things that I want to hear to use me and use my kindness against me. Why? Why do I keep allowing this to happen? I know that it is wrong, I have my friends and family see the pain that I am in constantly by this person’s negligence to fully be contingent of my feelings. That is not love, because I wouldn’t want my best friend to feel how I feel sometimes at the end of the day.

Now back to December of 2014. They say that things happen for a reason. Sometimes things happen when you least expect it. I agree to this 110%

I have blogged about this encounter briefly before to which I will at some point in my life actually for once go into full blown detail about the most happiest events in my life. And I say that in just as well. HAPPIEST.

What I am coming around too is that it has taken me years of mental and emotional abuse from someone and even from myself to realize that I have so much potential in this world that I don’t need to feel like I want to run in front of a car while on a walk, or want to slam my car into a tree coming home late from work. I have also realized that I don’t need to keep swishing the empty bottles looking for the answers for my pain, and not fearing that there are monsters in my bed, when it has been both a part of me and someone else who I have loved for so long to make me feel this way.

Humans are a funny thing. We are creatures of here and now. We have so many ample opportunities to do a million different things, and million different opportunities to do nice, or hurtful and evil things to others. Some people in this world clearly lack empathy. It has been documented that we can actually be born with out having the clear understanding of empathy and just go about doing what they think is socially acceptable because they simply cannot feel anything else. Now that is sad believe me, I am personally, very emotional, kind, caring and deep individual. Considering I am a Capricorn.

I am just a scared human being. I am scared of the hurt that is both inside and what could happen on the outside to me that is. Life is scary and we cannot avoid it. I have the power to make myself happy and yet I am obviously going about it the wrong way.

To sum it up I have by the end of August to make your brake.




Oh no. Here I go again. And  I say this with all honesty. I am having a trigger day, my heart is pounding, my stomach is in pain. I want to eat but I saw what the scale said upstairs. I thought I was going to be ok today. I got over being upset yesterday but now today is clearly a new day and yet I have found something to hate about my life. My fucking weight again. I did not like seeing the blue light blink as I cautiously stood on the scale I was hoping for the best but saw the results when the black numbers flashed at me. 134.8lbs and  I wanted to fucking scream. SCREAM. Are you fucking kidding? NO fucking no. I hate this I feel like I have lost so much control of myself that I want nothing but to lay down and die. What happened to my drive of getting up and running, feeling alive? What happened to be wanting to do my Pilates for an hour and feeling good? Why have I allowed myself to lose everything and gain so much weight back? I had to gain weight I knew this but I don’t want too and I want to cry again.

I am afraid to go running out here because I am afraid I will get lost in the neighborhood. I also haven’t been able to do my Pilates because I don’t to be watched in the living room. I could try to do them in the bedroom. But now that I have lost so much of my drive I feel like shit I want to sleep and the depression has seeped in again. People who suffer from an eating disorder can relate with these awful feelings. The scale is really the enemy, but it is our minds that are damaged. We have it in our heads that this life, this weight is awful, we are beached whales moving with the crowed as people look at you and silently judge how you look because you are not skinny enough or pretty enough. I have been battling with this for years and its starting to break me down. I keep waking up wanting to be 117lbs again like a skeleton nothing but skin and bones and having all these people tell me how beautiful I look, how great I look, how different I look since high school. I know they were just saying that because everyone in school probably assumed I was always going to be fat all of my life, and be stuck in the hell whole town and be a no body. SURPRISE MOTHER FUCKERS. I gave myself an eating disorder and proved you all fucking wrong. Because of this mental illness it controls everything I feel, everything I think, everything I do. I now don’t want to eat anything ever again, or unless I throw everything up. I have also decided being bulimic is in a sicking way therapeutic because I let it all out. Its like I am am giving myself a personal exorcism and yet I am still fucking haunted by my inner demons.

People who are also struggling like me It sucks doesn’t it? It just down right fucking sucks. I am now freaking out because I am afraid if I don’t go back to drastic changes such as starving myself and over exercising again I am going to wake up and be 150 pounds again. Then everyone will talk behind my back and say that I am fat again, and I look awful and ugly and anything else that is wrong with society today that cannot accept girls for who they are. I want to be able to feel my ribs again see them count them and stick my fingers in between I feel so ugly today. That I am never going to be accepted and loved enough. All I can think of those girls my boyfriend enjoys looking that are big, beautiful women. He is supposed to become a cop why wouldn’t he want a beautiful skinny girl friend to show off? Why would he want someone who is like 300 pounds? See this is what triggers do to me. They make me think of the worst things in the world, that I think my boyfriend wants someone else that clearly isn’t me or not even CLOSE to me. I feel so jaded and what I have wasted so much time and effort on. I am such a messed up individual that I don’t know what to do anymore. I do feel lost all the time and I know there is help…but…not like this. I thought I was doing the right thing for a while gaining the right amount of weight ( which I have medically of course not mentally) and I just feel so out-of-place. Why does life with an eating disorder have to be this fucking hard?

I am torn on what to fucking do today. Not eat. Or eat and throw up and hope for the best? I know that perhaps I should really reach out for some professional help but with health care or money kind of makes a difference. So why try to seek help if all they want is money? It’s a sad world we live in. Unless I am just making it seem like it’s an awful world to live in.

Today is just a really bad day for triggers and I need to take a nap.