Blogging about my life, passions, experiences with mental illness (Body Dysmorphia Disorder) and more
Today I feel betrayed. Not by someone I know, but from something that I've known my whole life. My brain. My thoughts. My obsessions. In fact, I'm rather livid. I'm mad that I can't get a hold of my disorder most days. I have missed out on so many things because of obsessions that keep… Continue reading Betrayed
The past few months I have been thinking about powerful women and how society treats them. I've currently been in situations where I've stated what I wanted in a professional way and I was told I was too aggressive. Now I'm not a powerful woman but I do consider myself strong. I've been through… Continue reading Here’s to You
The past few days/weeks have been pretty rough for me. I had run out of my medication and couldn't get ahold of my doctor, so my obsessive thoughts were out of control! Not only was I obsessing about random body image and made up issues, I may or may not have had a seizure while… Continue reading Bad Days and Solutions
My previous post stated that I would be blogging more regularly. I have had plenty of ideas of what I would like to write about, however, I'm not sure if I'm quite ready to share the worst parts of having Body Dysmorphia. I have had some members of my family reach out to me… Continue reading Still a Process
When I was 10 years old, I started dieting. When I was 14 years old I started extreme dieting to the point of starving myself for the sake of looking ‘beautiful.’ I don’t want to share this part of my life, but I feel that it is important to start at the beginning. I grew… Continue reading Was There a Beginning? Part 1
I am an extremely private person. I have always felt that I should only share the absolute bare minimum with any information. I have always felt that people would take the information I tell and use it against me in some manner. After speaking with my therapist, this is an irrational thought that I… Continue reading My Own Worst Enemy
I’m 27 years old. Three and a half years ago, I finally found out why I behave irrationally. I have been diagnosed with Body Dysmorphia Disorder. Some days I can cope with it, other days I pretend I don’t have it. I’ll refuse to acknowledge its existence...hence, the irrational behavior. When I was little, my… Continue reading Why Now?
