I'm particularly adapt at this, I have a series of tips and tricks which are guaranteed to promise you a horrible time: let's get started! 1. Hiding. This of course is method number one. Say you've been dragged to a party against your will, or you're on an outing with friends because for some reason … Continue reading How NOT to Deal with Social Contexts
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…
A brief letter to explain the direction my blog will now take now! No worries. nothing will be lost.
An honest insight... what it means to have a bad week when you suffer from mixed psychiatric disorders.
If you're suffering: get help. I did this morning, it worked.
Though I have much to say about New York and am having a great time on my trip, there is one problem: food. After having spent an entire day walking around lower Manhattan, me and my mother walked up Broadway to reach our Hotel in midtown. I had been restricting all day and am sad … Continue reading Defeat and Victory: an internal struggle, New York day 1 and 2
My trip in New York city has begun! I must say, it did get off to a pretty rough start. There aren't many occasions in which long flights and travel days are pleasant, but when they happen to coincide with not being able to smoke and being in close proximity with two people you love, … Continue reading New York City! A very long plane ride…
In this post I would like to express my eternal gratitude to a person who has been and is incredibly close to me, helping me every step of the way. This person has shown bravery, patience, understanding and love in ways I did not believe possible. For over four years he has been here through … Continue reading Dear Love
The cold wind sent shivers up her spine. She did not feel at ease, anxiety increasing with every small step. She knew she was being paranoid, it was unlikely for anything to happen. She couldn’t ignore them though, the small voices of her parents revolting in her mind; warning her repeatedly that walking through a … Continue reading Descent into a Maze of Darkness
I close my eyes and I let my thoughts wander. I'm smiling, running through a field of lilies. I can sense the air around me, the beauty of the sun brightly shining on the field, making the dry grass glisten; the fresh smell of spring engulfing me in its embracing wrap; the sound of water … Continue reading My Happy Place
How NOT to be functional 