Brynn 💗
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I write about mental health.
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Barely Existing
The reality of an eating disorder is not glamorous or beautiful. It is pain and tears and blood and sweat. It is EKGs and labs and pills and fighting and screaming and living in a world that is completely out of focus. It is black and blue and purple bags under your eyes and bruises down your legs and arms. It is having to wear three pairs of thick socks and heavy clothes in the summer to keep warm and constantly having to spend money on new-sized jeans because your old ones fall off. It is pale skin and thinning hair and dull eyes and hospital stays and countless therapy and doctors appointments. It is self-hate and slowly dying. Recovery isn't much better, gallons and gallons of boost and ensure and water and milk and juice and calorie after calorie and meal after meal of hell. However, your WORST day in recovery will ALWAYS be better than your BEST day in your illness. If you are not recovering, you are dying.
By Brynn 💗6 years ago in Psyche