MissUno
World Class Oddball
..Or so it feels like.
I've mentioned in another thread that I previously lost a lot of weight, determined it was going to stay off, I raided the wardrobe and threw out or donated all my "big" clothes.
Trouble is I have a long history of depression and self harm, I also used to abuse alcohol as well as food to try and shut up the demons that haunt me. When I lost all the weight I looked back at pictures of my former self and declared her dead. If only I'd known she was just sleeping.
I took up some college classes and subsequently just stopped going, I isolated myself again, found myself hating myself more and more as each day went by and then the eating too much started all over again. I also stopped working out, I just felt too sad and too tired all the time, my mental state was exhausting me (still is a lot of the time) draining my energy. So I got trapped in an eating/sleeping pattern. As the weight came back on I withdrew even more and eventually found myself never leaving the house. Then it all came to a head in June last year, I attempted to take my own life, I failed obviously and so-called friends rallied around me. But, soon they were gone when they realised the "we're there for you" promises would have to actually be put into action. I found myself alone and in a fragile state, that's when the weight gain really took hold. I now am limited to what clothes I can wear, as much of my wardrobe no longer fits and what does I feel and look awful in, back to square one weight-wise. So even though I'm now on Slimming World, I still find going out a huge source of anxiety, find something to wear, what will people think of me when they see me, what if I bump into someone who has not seen me since before the weight came back on, I'll seem a failure.
So even now I feel like a prisoner, trapped inside this bigger body of my own making, that I now need to shrink again. Trapped inside my own head, and some days trapped inside my own home as I just simply can not face going out.
I don't quite know why I'm typing all this out, I'm not expecting it to be read or replied to, I guess I'm spilling out of more than just my clothes now, I'm spilling out all my feelings, too. :sigh:
I've mentioned in another thread that I previously lost a lot of weight, determined it was going to stay off, I raided the wardrobe and threw out or donated all my "big" clothes.
Trouble is I have a long history of depression and self harm, I also used to abuse alcohol as well as food to try and shut up the demons that haunt me. When I lost all the weight I looked back at pictures of my former self and declared her dead. If only I'd known she was just sleeping.
I took up some college classes and subsequently just stopped going, I isolated myself again, found myself hating myself more and more as each day went by and then the eating too much started all over again. I also stopped working out, I just felt too sad and too tired all the time, my mental state was exhausting me (still is a lot of the time) draining my energy. So I got trapped in an eating/sleeping pattern. As the weight came back on I withdrew even more and eventually found myself never leaving the house. Then it all came to a head in June last year, I attempted to take my own life, I failed obviously and so-called friends rallied around me. But, soon they were gone when they realised the "we're there for you" promises would have to actually be put into action. I found myself alone and in a fragile state, that's when the weight gain really took hold. I now am limited to what clothes I can wear, as much of my wardrobe no longer fits and what does I feel and look awful in, back to square one weight-wise. So even though I'm now on Slimming World, I still find going out a huge source of anxiety, find something to wear, what will people think of me when they see me, what if I bump into someone who has not seen me since before the weight came back on, I'll seem a failure.
So even now I feel like a prisoner, trapped inside this bigger body of my own making, that I now need to shrink again. Trapped inside my own head, and some days trapped inside my own home as I just simply can not face going out.
I don't quite know why I'm typing all this out, I'm not expecting it to be read or replied to, I guess I'm spilling out of more than just my clothes now, I'm spilling out all my feelings, too. :sigh: