I genuinely look back on my posts and think I might need to send them to my therapist.
So...my boyfriend wasn't cheating like I thought, I guess I should put more faith in him, and Bestie, they'd never hurt me like that, they're not awful disgusting human trash like the other guys. I love them both so much. They'd never hurt me.
We had a talk and I explained why I thought the way I did, and honestly he understood, he went to another party the next day, and he kept me updated even though he was pretty much wasted. And turns out, at both of these get togethers, all he could talk about was me, he loves me, and everyone knows it, he's an absolute dream.
Mum found out about the doctors appointment I'd made for myself because, the receptionist is a b!tch, but she was totally cool with it, she was even proud of me for asking for help, she knows about M&M, my laxatives and my binging. She's been really supportive of me and helped me stay consistent with my coping mechanisms. Including this!
I'm back on my meds, and I'm hopeful, I've got a referral for a specialist in about three weeks and I'm so so so going to get better. I don't know if I'm completely happy yet, but I hope I will be.
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