Just a year ago she was neck deep in a depressive pool of nothingness.
Nothing hurt, everything hurt.
Nothing helped, never a lesson to be found.
No one understanding that what she has gone through, what she is enduring, and what she would suffer…
It was all for nothing.
She’d surely come out feeling stronger.
But at what cost?
Every first of February will be haunted by the almost ghost of herself.
Even fourth of July will now be stained by the world finding out about her 3 week hiatus from food.
every may will ache.
every June might, too.
Who knows? We’re only in the first year.
No one will ever truly understand what it felt like.
It was a black hole. An icy friend. A betrayal of her mind. Just recounting the pain provides her with a freshly tied knot in her throat.
That’s why this blog is important to her. Someone has to know, but more importantly, acknowledge what happened to her.
This illness came in the form of an earthquake ruining everything in its path. Though she hates to admit it, it left her wounded.
It was a trauma.
And some days she can still feel the tremors.
She is more prepared now. It’s a fair fight, but a fight in which there are no victors.