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Me with everything I make fun of
I’m sick of being the way I am. I’m sick of being a hypochondriac, I’m sick of having somatic symptom disorder. I’m constantly exhausted by my own anxiety and stress which in turn makes me more anxious and stressed. This all started when my ears got hurt and my life completely changed because of a real health problem, but now here I am down a rabbit hole of not feeling “okay” ever. On top of all of this, my boyfriend gets so short and frustrated with me like I can control any of this - which ends up boosting my anxiety and tight chest feeling. The hardest part is yes, I know that I am this way, but the pains to me feel real and there is always that ‘what if’ feeling in my head that maybe I do need to be rushed to the ER because of x,y,z.
The best HC song of 2016
Find someone that helps you fall in love with yourself.
if you can’t on your own (via previouslysad)
reblog while you still can
Dylan is the first boyfriend I ever loved, but not my first love. My last long term ex boyfriend was the first boyfriend I ever said “I love you” to, but I was lying to him and myself - he was not the first, or even a number at all. The very first boy I ever loved and meant it when I said it was the male version of a manic pixie dream girl, who - like in the movies - had intervened in my last relationship. I loved him to the moon and back, he was my best friend and the only person I ever told every secret I had hidden in these bones to, and then he broke my heart. Now I just realize what he did was save me from a bad future with my ex boyfriend, and left me open for my future with Dylan. Having fever dreams without a fever and a specific album playing in the background, makes you remember things like it was just yesterday.
How does one lose weight when they are depressed about their weight gain and then stress/sad eat because of it. Like how does this make sense. Why do I do this?