I HATE this quote…

Sigh. It’s quotes like this one from Kate Moss that helped imprint into my teenage mind that I had to be thinner. I had to take up less space. I needed protruding hip bones, and an impossibly flat stomach. That it wasn’t possible to like myself, let alone love myself, if I was anything butContinueContinue reading “I HATE this quote…”

Rate them from 1 to 10

You’re traumatised, they say,With tilted heads, they delayAs they wait for my reply.I don’t think I am, I sigh,It’s anxiety that’s my problem,I feel like I’m going to dieIn the middle of a panic attack,I need help! I’m terrified!Let’s go back then,Write a list of bad memoriesAnd rate them 1 to 10On how distressed theyContinueContinue reading “Rate them from 1 to 10”

What happened when I finally took off the mask…

For most of my life I have worn a mask. The mask has changed over the years, grown with me, but I made sure it was still there, hiding the truth of who I am. I could never take it off, because I was afraid of people finding out about my battles with mental health.ContinueContinue reading “What happened when I finally took off the mask…”

I don’t know who I am

“I don’t know who I am.” This is something I have felt perplexed by for a while. Whenever you are in recovery from a mental illness, you are often told “you will be back to your old self in no time” as a form of encouragement, but my problem is this; I don’t actually knowContinueContinue reading “I don’t know who I am”

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