I feel like what never gets talked about is what it’s like to be the family of someone with a serious eating disorder.
People don’t talk about the emotional rollercoasters, the frequent trips to the ER, the constant fear that you might be one day away from losing someone that you love. The way that everything tells you that you’re just supposed to hold their hand and tell them you love them when what you really want to do is shake them, slap them, and make them understand that they put you through near-constant hell and suffering.
I’m not saying that people with these disorders don’t need help. Obviously they do. I’m just saying that, there could be a little more support for those of us living with those living with it.
It’s harder than it looks.
WHERE THE /FUCK/ HAVE YOU BEEN
i haVE BEEN AROUND
I HAVE BEEN EXISTING
CONVERTING OXYGEN AND PRODUCING CARBON DIOXIDE
dont u ever just
go to a friend’s blog
and jsut sit there
and scroll thru their stuffs
crying a lil and whispering “im so proud of u ur just so dang good how did i end up befriending such a cool person”
i love you.
and i really need to read this after the night i had, my sister came home drunk and we got into a physical altercation, me mostly heading it because i can’t stand living with a drunk and receiving no sleep, so i called my best friend up at five in the morning, walked over to her place and just crashed and yeah, apperently my sister’s in the hospital now because she overdosed but i’m too angry to even think about seeing her.