I was feeling really good about myself after therapy yesterday. i felt really positive and happy for once. I contacted my friends again, I made plans to meet up, I didn't stay locked in my room today, I indulged in sweets. That kind of stuff. Once upon a time they were normal stuff.
But here I am. I can't help but laugh as if it's a sick joke. I've felt the negativity gnawing on my skin, clinging to me like a leech whispering deadly things and wrong ideas. I thought I could hold it off until tomorrow. Until I see my friends at least. But nope, here we are. I feel empty. I purged my dinner again and funny enough even my lunch came out. I found myself watching the calories and chiding myself for wanted a bite of dessert. The smell of vomit fills my nose. I'm now debating on whether or not to cancel the meetup plans due to conflicting schedules.
Reactivating my social media was overwhelming, I saw how much I needed to do and catch up on and how many responsibilities and choices I had to make. It made me spiral down. I feel sick. I feel disgusting. I don't know what to do. I want to see my friends, I want to do my responsibilities, I just... it feels like too much right now. Now I can say that I'm still not ready to go back to school. I can't pull myself into their orbit just yet in fear of crashing into them. I don't know what to do. I just... the urge to die is there again. I wish someone could help me... I wish someone could save me.
But here I am. I can't help but laugh as if it's a sick joke. I've felt the negativity gnawing on my skin, clinging to me like a leech whispering deadly things and wrong ideas. I thought I could hold it off until tomorrow. Until I see my friends at least. But nope, here we are. I feel empty. I purged my dinner again and funny enough even my lunch came out. I found myself watching the calories and chiding myself for wanted a bite of dessert. The smell of vomit fills my nose. I'm now debating on whether or not to cancel the meetup plans due to conflicting schedules.
Reactivating my social media was overwhelming, I saw how much I needed to do and catch up on and how many responsibilities and choices I had to make. It made me spiral down. I feel sick. I feel disgusting. I don't know what to do. I want to see my friends, I want to do my responsibilities, I just... it feels like too much right now. Now I can say that I'm still not ready to go back to school. I can't pull myself into their orbit just yet in fear of crashing into them. I don't know what to do. I just... the urge to die is there again. I wish someone could help me... I wish someone could save me.