Just want to let all my followers know that I’m there for them whenever. Or even if you don’t follow me, but just stumble across my blog for some reason. I have struggled with depression, bipolar, anxiety, type 1 diabetes, eating disorders, self injury,suicide attempts, and some trauma. I was in ttreatment for my eating disorder at Melrose Institute for 3 months at the end of 2011 and am currently in recovery, though I still have my battles. I really, really want to help anyone who struggles with the same issues I do, or even if it’s different ones, I promise to listen and try and help anyways. The world is cruel but also beautiful and I know that you, yes, YOU can find a beautiful life! We can do it together. We don’t deserve to be bound by these chains anymore Please, please, message me and I will try to help in any way I can. I promise. <3 Amy.
Amy. 21. Wild dreamer,hippie hopeful, lost and broken, art lover of all kinds. Bipolar disorder, anxiety, panic disorder, type 1 diabetes, in recovery from diabulimia and EDNOS a- I categorize them separately because the EDNOS is my restrict/binge/over exercise/whatever cycle. Also trying to recover from self harm and suicidal ideation in it's many demon forms. Been in inpatient/residential treatment for my eating disorder for 3 months last year, and am currently in PHP treatment for my mental illnesses. I get lost in my dreams and nightmares sometimes, in the poetry of light and dark and imagination. The Fairy Realms call my name. I'm not sane-but what is sane anyways? I know that my God is mighty to save :) Please ask me if you have any questions or just want to talk. I would love to get to know anyone and to help in anyway that I can. This blog may be triggering at times, I try not to be but I can't catch everything and I don't want to censor myself completely- I need a place where I can be free.
My face We Are Diabetes
Ask, dear ones!
Do the next right thing. <3 Amy
This girlchild was born as usual
and presented dolls that did pee-pee
and miniature GE stoves and irons
and wee lipsticks the color of cherry candy.
Then in the magic of puberty, a classmate said:
You have a great big nose and fat legs.
She was healthy, tested intelligent,
possessed strong arms and back,
abundant sexual drive and manual dexterity.
She went to and fro apologizing.
Everyone saw a fat nose on thick legs.
She was advised to play coy,
exhorted to come on hearty,
exercise, diet, smile and wheedle.
Her good nature wore out
like a fan belt.
So she cut off her nose and her legs
and offered them up.
In the casket displayed on satin she lay
with the undertaker’s cosmetics painted on,
a turned-up putty nose,
dressed in a pink and white nightie.
Doesn’t she look pretty? everyone said.
Consummation at last.
To every woman a happy ending.