I have had anxiety disorder, panic disorder, and depression since I was 14, and I am finally telling people about now - I am 25.
I have a lot of friends but feel lonely. I have great ideas but feel suffocated by one word of criticism. I am beautiful but feel so ugly. My life seems perfect but it is anything but.
I feel very alone. I just got out of a long-term relationship and I know it was for the best and that he wasn't someone I should spend my life with, but it still hurts. It hurts because I thought I was going to spend my life with him. It hurts because I thought he was committed and that he deeply loved me in the same way I loved him. It hurts because he got caught up in another girl and couldn't even decide what to do. It hurts because he wasn't mature enough to handle who I've grown to be and who I'm becoming, and it hurts because I was blindsided by it all. It hurts because I thought he had integrity and character and instead I find out that the person I've loved for so many years isn't who I thought he was.
I have been bullied all my life. Through elementary school, I was called fat and ugly. And even through middle school, I've been called worse than that. I was sitting in reading, and the kid behind me said, "At least it's better than being a guy like her," and he pointed at me.
Some days I'll come to
Tuesday is a giant day for our country. It is going to make history. You are going to learn about this some day in school. There are actually a ton of things going on right now that you are going to learn about in school. That being said, there are some things that I want to say now while I am feeling them. There are things I want you to know, things you need to know
This is what it felt like when I was depressed last year. I'm afraid that it will come again; I don't think it will, but it's always in the back of my mind that the sad feelings will come again, and this time, I won't be able to get back to normal.
On August 8, 2016, I tried to commit suicide. I took 100 500 mg acetaminophen pills with the express hope that my liver would stop functioning and that I would die. My fiance called 911 and I was rushed to the local hospital, denying to the police, the emts, the nurses, and the doctors that I had taken anything
This is my story. Ever since I was in second grade I was having trouble with school. I was falling behind everyone else. I never understood what things meant. I got held back 1 year in second grade because I was slow. then I found out that I am dyslexic.
It was easier, throughout high school and most of college, to assume I'd always be the single one, going it alone. It didn't bother me much; I packed my schedule and was always studying, always the headstrong one who didn't have time to let another person in let alone risking loving or depending on them. The anxiety that has crippled so many in my family also contributed, perhaps, to wanting to isolate myself a bit; because I knew that if and when that side of me ever creeped out, it'd get ugly quickly.
Throughout my life, I have been witness to too many unfortunate events: the loss of a dear friend to a brain tumor, multiple overdoses, one of those being someone who was very close to me, and the recent death of a close college friends younger, beloved brother. Each and every one of these tragedies has, and continues, to tear me up.
From the inside looking out, it’s impossible to explain. From the outside looking in, it’s impossible to understand. This is what it is like to live with an eating disorder.
Today has been, in a nutshell, chaotic and horrible. I hit my breaking point. I couldn’t get a grip. I was breaking out in hives. I was crying in the break room during my lunch and I was telling myself that I am a failure. Then, I text one of my favorite friends, Hannah, who has been in my corner since we have met and she said to me, “Write about it, post it, and inspire someone who thinks they’re the only one feeling not good enough.”
I'm not even 22, and yet already I've been through a lot. I never really imagined growing up would be like this, but it is.
Throughout elementary school, I was bullied, beaten up, and I grew terrified of school, but still enjoyed learning.
At 14, I was assaulted by a boy I thought I could trust, with the help of my first ever real boyfriend.
I read these stories, but it never occurred to me that I should share mine. I think it is probably because for the past decade I have been doing well. So well that I almost forgot what it was like to not be well, almost forgetting my story of where I have been.
10 years ago, I was married to a wonderful man; generous, kind, financially stable. On paper, it seemed like I had it all. To the rest of the world, I did. There was only one problem, I wasn't happy. I was an empty vessel, lonely, bored longing for something that was missing. It was just around that same time that I met someone else. Oddly enough, someone else who was going through the same things in their life that I was in mine. We became friends. I liked having this person in my life who understood me and understood how I felt. But that's where things got complicated. We both quickly realized that the thing missing in each of our lives--was each other. I loved him. He loved me. But this was far from the perfect love story. We had to end our marriages and start a new life. Start all over again.
My dad is the most inspirational person that I have ever been lucky enough I know. He is hilarious. He is so wise and kind and weird. He cares more about his lawn than most and he loves The Eagles. He is spiritual and open-minded. He lives every day of his life for others and has shown me what is important-- what real success is-- and that the important things in life really aren’t things. He is pure good.
I am an 88 year old widower who lives alone with my Calico cat Mary in a small cottage home by Reeds Lake in Grand Rapids Michigan. I purchased my house for approximately $10,000 fifty or more years ago because I wanted a Great Dane dog as pets were not allowed in my apartment. I wanted to be a professional actor but chose to be an accountant after graduating from a small business college. My thought was if the company I was hired into went broke I would go to New York and try for the big time.
At the age of 16 you'd think life would be fun. You have a picture in your head of what you want your teen years to be like... but for the past 7 years the years that were supposed to be the best, have been the worst.
Life started for me, the youngest of 4 boys, the youngest of 8 close, male, best friend brothers and cousins, and 1 gorgeous female cousin. Growing up, we did everything together, launched G I Joes off of my grandmothers close-line, created whirlpools in her out of ground pool, attended many drive-in movies.... We had it all, and still have it all; happiness, family, and a sense of overall love for parents, uncles & aunts, and the love for cousins that have become best friends throughout the years. We did, and have done EVERYTHING together since the 90's (and I say that like I am 50). But sometimes life deals you an unfortunate set, a short hand, a deck of 51 cards, instead of 52; a card missing that may be the one that completes a full house, one that you wish you had until this very day. It is coming up on a decade since you have been gone, but each and every one of us have been thinking about you daily for the last 3,540 or so days.
It never crossed my mind to reach out to you until recently. I've been a consistent reader of everyone writing into you but I never thought to do it myself. See, half the problem was, and is, I've been blind to my own problems. Long story short, I've struggled with an eating disorder for about 8 years now. I gained weight my freshman year of college. The Freshmen 15 is no joke. I felt disgusting and could not accept how I felt. I was thin my whole life, never worried about my weight or what I ate. This was something so new and something so disturbing to me. I spent the entire summer of my freshman year trying to lose weight. I did and moved on. I started eating less and working out more. My sophomore year it became a bit of an obsession, but with the distraction of school and friends and so much going on during college, I managed. I gained weight again senior year and swore to myself after I graduated I'd never let myself get that "fat" again.