Your anxiety is lying to you.
Your depression is lying to you.
Your eating disorder is lying to you.
Your addiction is lying to you.
YOU. WILL. BE. OKAY.
you’ve gotta stat romanticizing your life. you gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new. you have to, because that’s when you start truly living. that’s when you look forward to every day.
I hate that I feel the urge to totally restrict when my bf has done something to make me upset. Like why punish myself for not doing anything wrong? Do any of you have similar reactions?
i thought i was alone w this. whenever my bf upsets me i just wanna fast. what is this
yes, absolutely. it’s a bad coping mechanism, but I can’t help myself. it’s really a silent cry for help, because I can’t express the full extent of my feelings in words.
I do not, will not, and can not support eating disorders. If you ask me how to be anorexic, or tell me that you want to be, you will not get instructions. Please, if you’re not suffering from it already, please fucking run. Run far and fast, leave, please dont let this ruin your life. Please.