As you may have noticed, I've been quite inactive online since my last post. Yesterday, I was planning on uploading the second part of Chapter 1, however a few things got in the way.... The day started okay, if you count not being able to handle the guilt from eating okay. I was nervous, very, … Continue reading A really bad day…
Now, this happens to be an incredibly sensible topic. First off: I am in no way pro-Anorexia or pro-Bulimia and greatly dislike these groups, which makes writing a guide on how NOT to eat sound almost appalling to me. I will however try, since I believe some useful information can come out of it if … Continue reading How NOT To Eat – Eating Disorders
Chapter 1 (Leah) The thing that most scared me where the words so carefully carved on the tombstones. A dense fog covered the Assia cemetery, weighing down on every step I took. Either way, I proceeded, engulfed by fog and a seemingly endless forest of tombstones, so different from the silicon ones we now use. … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 1- Part 1
Ever since school has started, I have been (not so slowly) slipping down that usual path which always brings me to hospitalization. First, it's not eating breakfast. Then lunch, or any meal where you aren't home. Then the meals where you are home… and so on, until I'm not eating anything, fainting randomly and just … Continue reading Fighting Back!
Imagine a world where Love is lost, a world in which to love, means to die. Imagine Love, the strongest of emotions, suffocated; forgotten, buried deep underground with those who used to know it. “Love” is a meaningful word. It lingers in the air where other words dissolve. Initials carved into a tree, spray painted … Continue reading When Night Falls: Prologue
A brief letter to explain the direction my blog will now take now! No worries. nothing will be lost.
Just as the title says, a guide on how NOT to follow lessons.
A little message to all who are struggling with a relapse.
An honest insight... what it means to have a bad week when you suffer from mixed psychiatric disorders.
This is a story I wrote as an assignment for my middle school English teacher. It is quite sad and, truth be told, I remember him commenting that an eleven year old girl usually doesn't write such dark stories. Nonetheless, I present to you a faithful to the original yet slightly revised (because trust me, … Continue reading The Boy With the Wax Hands
How NOT to be functional 