“For the last 8 or so months I have been through the lowest time I have ever been through. “
It is the power of our thoughts. They warp our reality.
“So I embarked on a journey into loving myself.”
There's no time for a half-hearted life. There's too much to lose. There's too much to regret.
“I had anorexia. It controlled my life and my entire being for so many years.”
“What started as trying to be healthy nearly killed me.”
“Let them know how much you love them”
“It is okay to not be okay. Admitting that you need help, and receiving help is not a sign of weakness, I view it as an action of strength and courage.”
When I was battling through my toughest times with suicide attempts, wards, self hatred and everything else I remember thinking ‘this is the way my life is going to be forever, so why try.’ These beliefs and behaviors had become so ingrained into my thinking that it had become part of my identity. So let me tell you this: You are NOT your behaviour. You are NOT your beliefs. You are NOT your struggles.
“Am I worth taking care of?”
There is this place
With shiny, cold floors
Thick, rusted bars
I hope you know you're not the only one who feels the way you feel.
Looking back, Jin was a difficult teenager. Because she was my first child I just thought she’d been sent to ruin my life and that that was the normal state of teenhood.
I believe the first step to recovery is acknowledging you have a problem.
Just go easy.
One step at a time.
One slight movement in the direction of gratitude.
I am enough. I have always been enough. I will always be enough.
What’s the point? A question I asked myself often during my recovery.
I have always been obsessed with words. The words we use today are the history, thoughts, actions of everyone that came before us.
Recently, there has been a lot of negative media and stories coming out of the mental health wards in New Zealand.
When I was a kid, I really thought that I could do anything.