crazy how things don’t change. Here I am, tempted to relapse with self harm. It’s been almost 1.5 years since I last self harmed. May 2021 to be exact. About the same time since i last left treatment for the 3rd time for my eating disorder. Life has been something. One thing hasn’t change, i still want to die. the suicidal thoughts come and go, but at least since going to treatment in 2019 I got diagnosed and got help with what i needed. Officially got diagnosed with Bipolar 2, Anxiety, PTSD, and Bulimia. Trying out this thing called recovery and been off laxatives since April 2021 which is crazy. Considering how long I’ve been on them before treatment. The only thing that led me to treatment was almost dying. Kinda wish i would’ve just let that happen, but probably would’ve gotten involuntary hospitalized. I’m still sitting here at 26 years old still wondering why i’m alive just like when i was 16 years old. some things don’t change.











