I’m myself. Just me.
Fabulous me, ugly me, fat me, pretty me, angry me, depressed me, recovered me, not-worth-it me, to-angry-and-depressed-to-show-emotions me, smiley me, confused me, to-difficult-to-cope me, stressed-out me, wish-I-just-could-dissapear me, funny me… Me, is a whole a lot. I confuse my self sometimes and even get a little bit concerned about my self. Every day is a challenge, but it also comes with new opportunities.
Growing up was hard and with my insecurities I gave into the lonely and horrible life of an anorexic. I was caught up in a bad cycle and was going through living hell every day. Somehow I realized that I had a problem and went to a psychologist. On the edge of getting a heart attack because of my low bodyweight, I managed to save my life.
About 2 1/2 years after recovering from anorexia I got severely depressed. Total emptiness and a constantly sadness effect my everyday life and effect the people around me. I feel so selfish and lost.