I finally admitted to two adults the other day that abuse that happened when I was 5-6 years old and now thinking about it all I want to do is cry. I’m over it, I was only young but thinking that it’s caused the problems I have now makes me so angry and sad. It feels unfair.
Thanks a bunch Moira.
Today was the worst appointment I’ve had with my psychiatrist and these are the reasons why:
1. She made my Mum cry.
2. She’s become way too opinionated and is refusing to let me try new medications.
3. She ignores me and is more concerned with my Mum and her childhood.
4. I end up more frustrated than before.
A nice round date.
Saturday’s, in my opinion, can be worse than Sunday’s.
On a Saturday if you do not tie your plans down definitely before hand, you will end up floundering without a cause. No-one will return your calls or texts because they are too busy and nothing interesting will happen. But even with all the free time you now suddenly have, heaven forbid you do any homework or exam prep.
So is the Saturday of a 16 year old girl.
I’m also very tired because last night I couldn’t sleep. All that was going through my head were the comments from strangers regarding my weight and looks. Teenage girls are insecure enough without being called fat, fake or ugly. Now I am 5ft 2inchs and am a size 12. For my height that isn’t ideal but I have been told my doctors I am not fat.
Even with those facts I still look in the mirror and regard my reflection with disgust. I see what these online cowards see and hate it. I just want to rip off my skin and emerge as a beautiful skinny girl. Kind of like the ugly duckling blooming into the beautiful swan; just slightly more graphic and meaningful?
Why do people even feel the need to comment negatively towards others? Why do we all not follow the ‘If you have nothing nice to say, say nothing at all’ rule? It seems to me that we, as human beings, are programmed to hate and hurt others. No matter how good, kind and lovely a person is; some part of them will hate others and want to hurt them in any way they can. Emotional or physical, pain is pain.
