Resurfacing

I am now able to breathe again. This past weekend was indescribable, involving all the temper tantrums, self-deprecating thoughts, and histrionics a lapse in recovery can bring. Lying in the abyss of hell, one doesn’t feel that life can get better if you just hang on a little longer. Face down in despair, it feels […]

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Silence of the dead

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I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t want to talk about how heavy my heart is. I don’t want to talk about how hopeless I am. I don’t want to talk about how lonely I am. I don’t want to talk about how fat I feel. I don’t want to talk about how […]

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Nobody’s home anymore

Had another session with Dietician. Why do I let it torture me so? The session just sucks the wind out of my sails, sucks out the life and makes me a ghost. I hate living in this body with everyone else. I hate feeling dirty and unclean. I hate that I can’t get off the […]

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Help. I’ve fallen and I can’t get up.

It’s been a tough week. My depression has gotten worse and my powers of concentration have shot to hell. I haven’t been able to keep up with the blogs I subscribe to, nor have I been able to compose a new post of my own till now. I don’t have any pearls of wisdom or […]

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Time after time

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 18 years old, institutionalized on the mental health floor, and trying to justify my suicide attempt in group therapy. Another woman, about twenty years older than I,  scolded me out in group therapy because I wanted to kill myself.  She told me how lucky I should […]

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