Create a letter of everything you would write to your eating disorder as if it were a real life person.

Dear Eating Disorder,

You made my life hell. All I ever did was think about you, listened to you, and did what you wanted of me. But you gave me an irregular heartbeat, constant migraines, no energy, isolation, worsening of depression, rapid weight loss, made my acid reflux worse, and you made me go into the hospital. All I did was do what you wanted and you did was hurt me in return.

So fuck you. I’m done with us. You no longer have control anymore. I may slip up some days, but that doesn’t mean you won. It’s mean I’m not prefect, and that’s ok. It’s ok to not be prefect, ED. You didn’t need to feed me lies.

Goodbye ED, it wasn’t nice knowing you, but it sure as hell made me alot stronger.

Jillian

Stop spamming my blog, thanks!

I wanna go home, the hospital sucks

Again

life-of-a-teenage:

The past is haunting me. I can’t run. I can’t hide. The scars don’t help. The emotional torture doesn’t help. The over-thinking doesn’t help.