You know what sucks about mental illness?
It’s all in your head.
You can’t see it, but it owns you.
Everybody thinks you’re crazy and sometimes you think you’re crazy too.
Your head hurts.
You shake and you cry.
And you try and cope.
You tell yourself “it gets better.”
And hope that you’re right.
fighting an eating disorder is really brave, and so if no one has told you today, or this week, or at all, i think you’re really brave. you’re eating despite everything telling you not to, you’re remaining sedentary despite everything telling you to get up and move, and for you to have that kind of trust, that faith, to believe that what you’re hearing in your head is a lie, and you’re gonna ignore it, that takes guts. you’re really brave.
being cremated is my last hope of getting a hot, smoking body