So I’m the heaviest I have ever been but I haven’t binged and purged/ starved in ages – Day 23

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I guess I need to be proud of that?

Instead of beating myself up for not eating healthy and skipping gym and having parties where I drink a bit too much.

Instead realize how far you’ve come?

I’ll get there. Eventually I will get back to where I want to be and I will be the best version of myself. It hasn’t even been a full year since my divorce was finalized so I guess I cant expect myself to be 100% just yet – and I cant expect myself to be the way I was before it all fell apart. I’ll get there, eventually I’ll get to a place that I am proud of and a routine and lifestyle that I can actually keep up with.

I’m healthy now – mentally I have ups and downs but I am nowhere near where I used to be – mentally I am a different person. I have my own business and while its hard its better than where I was. And the best thing…I have the most wonderful loving boyfriend and I am so grateful for that.

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Routine – Day 22

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I need routine.

I really struggle without routine, I feel all over the place and as if I have no structure and no direction and everything is just a mess.

But every time I get into a good routine it lasts about 2-3 weeks and then something happens like I get the flu or I go away or I randomly get depressed. Then I have to start all over again and its so frustrating because I think this is pretty much the way my life. Yes I can try keep things more organized but things are inevitably always going to go astray. My mom reckons the fact that I am aware of these patterns is already helpful. So its going to happen and it is what it is – just get back up again.

I suppose she is right.

Pins and needles in my organs – Day 16

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Today it took me about three hours to actually get out of bed, shower, eat breakfast and actually just get ready to tackle the day. I woke up and I just couldn’t. Something as simple as showering seems as if its as big of a challenge as climbing a mountain.

All I want to do is sleep. But when I lay in bed this morning, not managing to get up, I tried to go back to sleep but I couldn’t. It was as if I had pins and needles in my veins and blood and organs, as if anxiety was in my body and it wasn’t a symptom that I was feeling – it was actually inside me – a part of me. And all I want to do is climb out of my own skin.

Skipped antidepressant – Day 15

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Would it effect you if you skipped your antidepressant for one day?

I just forgot to drink it.

And is it the placebo effect or am I really an anxious wreck?

I don’t know what it is but its hell and I feel myself climbing back into that dark hole.

Tattoos? I’m getting bored of even posting about them, but I can’t shake it – Day 11

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Now A’s whole family has seen all my tats – they seem fine with them – shocked and very surprised but they seem ok. I’m terrified though, obviously they think of me slightly different. Now imagine how my anxiety has completely spiraled out of control worrying about their reaction when they find out divorced or had an eating disorder and depression. I really love them and they like me – but they have absolutely no idea about my past and details about me. They think I’m sweet and innocent and come from a lovely family and I’m sweet and kind and all those lovely things – which I am of course, but I’m a lot more. – imagine the shock and suprise then…naturally I’m scared they don’t like me anymore and they don’t think I’m good enough. 

Also a family friend of theirs thats an asshole was at dinner last night. Literally wouldn’t start asking me about tattoos all through dinner and making comments.

Ugh…

Annoying.

Me again – Day 5

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Its been a year since I’ve been living alone and the separation and so on.

Only now am I starting to feel like myself again.

I feel as if I have completely moved on and let go of the past. I’m starting to fall in love with myself again and respect and nurture myself.

And I’m focusing on my career and my dreams again.

It’s all coming together.

The simple life – PART 13 – Day 1

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So much has happened in a year.

I’ve been living in the flat behind my uncles house for a year now – when I moved in after the divorce I said it would be 6 months and now I have been there for a year already.

But I feel like me again.

Things are simple again.

I go to the gym and I have breakfast. I go to work and I actually enjoy it. Then I have dinner and hang out with my boyfriend.

And tomorrow I do the same thing again. And you know what – its awesome.

Things are simple and light and happy.

I no longer feel that I cant breath and there isn’t a shadow of depression constantly following me anymore. There isn’t an eating disorder chatting away in my head 24/7 telling me I’m worthless. And there’s no divorce or husband continuously making me feel like a failure.

Its just me and the simple things in life.