First cut is the weakest.
Watch me fall apart
Watch me grow deeper
Watch me become your one and only; the only thing you think about
Watch me go deeper and deeper
Until there is nowhere else to go
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You give in once, you’re playing with the devil. I’m back to playing with the devil; I want to say no, but [...]
Posts Tagged ‘self harm’
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Posted in Uncategorized, tagged self harm on December 8, 2008 | 2 Comments »
5 months’ break
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged citalopram, eating, self harm on November 29, 2008 | 2 Comments »
So, yesterday I broke my 5 months (nearly 6!) of no self harm. The bad news is, well, next to nothing apart from the fact that I keep forgetting this and don’t wear long sleeves and the good is that I have no desire to repeat the experience. I’m quite pleased about this; I feel [...]
Striking a nerve
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged depression, eating, self harm on November 22, 2008 | 6 Comments »
I just finished watching part 2 of “How Mad Are You?” on iPlayer and three comments really shook me.
Firstly, when alex was talking about her anorexia:
Hunger was the thing I liked best, actually. Bizarre, but I knew if I was hungry, my body wasn’t getting enough calories so I knew I was going to be [...]
One year on: What’s Changed?
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged CBT, eating, phobia, self harm, university on September 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
I think this is fairly appropriate giving that this weekend I’m moving cities and I feel I need to tie up some loose ends.
A year ago, I had a really strange phobia that’d got worse from it’s normally dormant levels which was of cassette tape. I think I wrote about this already, about how it [...]
Manchester, I Love You
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged birmingham, counselling, eating, manchester, PCMHT, self harm, suicide, university, work on September 18, 2008 | 4 Comments »
5 years it’s taken me to realise this. 5 years to realise I was making myself hate here, hate myself, hate the people, hate my friends, hate my schools and colleges, hate the people who’ve helped me, hate the weather, the places, the buses, the way my life was. But, I’m having something coming through, [...]
