I struggled with bulimia for years.
I had a tangled mix of self esteem, body, and control issues. I remember comments from my school friends and coworkers about how skinny I was, despite the fact that I would eat anything offered to me. I am/was blessed with a great metabolism - genetically predisposed to being a "healthy" weight without really having to try. But then I also added on not eating much in the way of breakfast and rarely packing myself a lu
This post by Self-Love & Sexuality Coach, Arielle Dangelo, really resonates with me because, for a long time, I struggled with being angry at life... Mad at my mind that it was troubled and mad at the world that it did nothing to help me. It was many years before I realized that I needed to be honest with myself, humble myself - and seek help and support - in order to gain control of my life. Also, that I needed to join the mental health community and be available to support
I don’t remember when my brain got sad. It wasn’t like I woke up one morning and noticed that a melancholy had set in, deep into my bones, and said to myself, “I must be depressed.” All I know for sure is that winter holidays made my spirit feel heavy and growing up - going through middle school into high school - really took a toll on my mental health. *suicide trigger warning* I do remember, very clearly, one cold December day after the school bell had rung: I had opened up