I'm a survivor, in more ways than you know.
Anna, 17, Junior
I'm just your average girl, struggling though through my addictions and inner demons. I've been through so much and this journey to recovery has been so long but definitely worth it. I'm holding on everyday and trying to staying strong. Just remember that you're beautiful and you can do this. We can recover TOGETHER. I'm always here if you need to talk ♥
"So often we try to make other people feel better by minimizing their pain, by telling them that it will get better (which it will) or that there are worse things in the world (which there are). But that’s not what I actually needed. What I actually needed was for someone to tell me that it hurt because it mattered. I have found this very useful to think about over the years, and I find that it is a lot easier and more bearable to be sad when you aren’t constantly berating yourself for being sad."
- John Green (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: fishingboatproceeds, via anatomy-of-recovery)
Anonymous asked: Congratulations! This stranger on the internet is really proud of you, lol. :)
i’m a little late, but thank you :)
Relapse is a bitch.
After nearly three months self harm free, I fucking snapped and couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to do it. I cut again. And honestly I’ve never felt better. Things with me and my mother have escalated to an even higher level than before. I’m still worthless in her eyes. She never wants to see me again, she even told my school to take her off the contact list because she’s tired of hearing about me. What a joke. I just needed that release. Cutting was always my coping mechanism when living with my mother. And now that she’s made a random appearance, I didn’t know what else to do. Six years of dealing with this shit, it’s the only thing I know how to do. But whatever. I’m really not feeling like I’m getting any better. My ED is getting ten times worse than it ever was. I mean fucking bad. And I’m losing weight again way too fast. But then again, I’m pretty much almost eighteen, which means I can’t be forced to go to treatment again. Last thing I want is to be locked up again. Not exactly my idea of the perfect summer. Trying to stay strong until tomorrow. But part of me knows I can’t hold on for much longer.
