i hit a weight point today i guess (im not even sure what its called) and i dont know how to feel about it.
i’m a healthy weight now and my BMI is great and all but like i dont know
i guess i found some comfort in being underweight i guess and i know its fucking stupid and pathetic
but like being underweight for me was being skinny
being able to have a small waist and shit but now that im a normal weight im not skinny in my mind anymore and its just such a fucking drag
Bmi
I’m not suicidal ( I think). I don’t have a shitty life (from a privileged family). I’m not a teen (no hormone imbalance).
Though, I do feel like a piece trash most of the time. (I know….you can call me a whinny ***** later)
I’m one of those people that no one will ever think to be depressed. I’m in university. I have a lot of “friends”. I have a loving and successful family. Yet I hate myself most of the time because as a single child to a very privileged family, I’m bloody mediocre and boring as a piece of white paper.
Most people around me often say I’m […]
Trapped in the home of people who refuse to understand, who think my depression is hiding something, who think I’m lazy rather than my depression is debilitating.
I could take every type of med, go to every type of therapy, I could have sunshine coming out every orifice. It would make no difference.
Why? Because my problem isn’t me, its my mother. My mother is a cold, venomous, uncaring nag. She does not believe that depression is a mental illness, but instead views it as a weakness of the mind. She has mild dysthymia at worst and thinks she is the authority on depression. I doubt she has experienced a […]