me watching myself tell my psychiatrist everything is chill (everything is not chill but I forget that as soon as we start talking)
I’ve been hungry since the day I was born.
I’ve been hungry and hungry and hungry and hungry and hungry and hungry and hungry.
I am hungry. I spend my life going around places, foaming at the mouth like a starving hyena.
All it’s left to do at the end of the day is staring at my body in the mirror and wondering when will this end.
I feel like this about the doctors responsible for caring for each party too. Managing your own care is exhausting af.
my body is a group project and no one is doing their part correctly
It’s like when people ask if In feeling better yet
got an appointment today for my depression hopefully i can get medicated 🕯🙏
This is a really personal post but I hope it makes others feel more hopeful.
CW: Mentions of Abuse, light discussion of mental health, nothing too heavy is mentioned.