I’m finally glad that I didn’t die

I waited for death for years. I didn’t want to die. Not really. I just knew I wanted to escape. For this mental torture to fade into silence. All I wanted was a sense of calm and I couldn’t find that anywhere else. People threaten you with the possibility of death if you don’t stop,…

I am not anorexia.

For so many years I have seen myself as nothing more than a mess that needs to be cleaned up. I have viewed myself as OCD and anorexia, viewed myself as a case that needs to be solved. My anorexia has had me. My OCD has controlled my life. My entire being was my disintegrating…

My anorexia.

Trigger warning. This blog post contains photos of low weights and could be extremely triggering for vulnerable minds. Before you continue, be aware of your mindset, and question if this type of content will be helpful. This has taken me a lot to post, as I still feel like I was never ill enough. Hopefully…