Relapse
I was never diagnosed because I feel like if I go to a psy I'm gonna get laughed at, so can I really talk about a relapse? Anyways...
I made this blog as a teenager and I'm surprised it still gets followers as I don't post anything on here anymore. But here I am again, not 18 anymore, but 21. Feeling like the dark thoughts are winning again after years of me trying to block them out, succeeded well enough, gained some weight, loved myself. These past days I've been restricting, loosing weight, enjoying feeling empty, wich is not good, I don't wanna feel the way I did as a teenager again, but I wanna be skinny, just like I always wanted. I'm learning to love my body, but I can't help it, I feel so happy when I skip a meal or when the scale shows a lower weight. The problem is my head tells me it's normal to feel bad in the body I am in because I am clinically obese, so loosing weight is only a good thing.
I feel like I'm falling into this hole again, and I can't let anyone know, no one ever knew about it before and I will probably keep it for myself now aswell. It makes me feel bad because I don't want to lie to my boyfriend, but I don't want him to know, I love him so much and I know he's gonna try to help me, just like he already did in the past, without knowing it. I hate when he forces me to eat, at least something, but I know he only wants my well being.
My younger sister has an eating disorder, not diagnosed yet, but she is so skinny, she restricts, binges and purges. The sane part of me wants to help her, I know she has to go to a specialist, but ofc my family doesn't take it seriously enough to send her to someone that will help her. The sick part of me is so jealous of her, she becomes more and more of a trigger to me. She's so beautiful, so skinny, dresses so good and looks good in everything. You can see that she wants to get helped, that's why she is showing to us all of her bad moments and explaining how she feels. I never was like this, always hid everything, kept it for me, does that mean that I have no problem at all? Or does that mean I just want to deal with it by myself?
I sometimes wanna tell that to my family and be like: you never saw shit, you should be ashamed of yourself, and now that my sister is at a worse stage than I ever was you don't even help her, so if I told you about my problems you would just brush it under the rug and make me feel even worse?
Anyway, that was a long rant, I'm sorry...
















