I was a Girl, Interrupted

This quote described my illness and feelings to a T. I do know what it's like to wanna die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. How you hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. I spent many years of my life being a girl, interrupted. I'm not ashamed anymore and I want others to know that they aren't crazy.

You aren't! Some people just feel things more intense than others.

I'm going to share some quotes from things I wrote in my journal during some of my dark times.

"I’m just feeling so blue and I have no clue why. My eyes are watery for no reason. I feel like I’m going to cry, but why? Why am I sad?"

"I just want to cry, die, laugh, scream, bounce, sleep and everything at once. What is the matter with me? Do you ever get like that? I feel suffocated and it gets to a point where I’m about ready to jump up, run away and hide. Do you ever get like that? I don’t know what my problem is."

Now about 10 years later I am almost a completely different person. I'm in remission. I still have my bad days but my intense motions are at bay. It does get better.

You aren't alone. If you ever need to talk our inbox is always open. Fearlessrecovery13@gmail.com

You are loved!

Xoxo,

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