Don't even know were to end or to start. But I've been told that I'm never ever going to get better if I don't start looking at my issues from my ptsd. Well here's the kicker in the ***** I don't think I even remember half of it. I've compleatly shut down.
I am still angry. Scared abandonded, a million fellings. Butto get to it all how? Years of filth?
And my life depends on it?
I do get one thing. The cloud that comes and anorexia is the devil. Or my friend. I don't know anymore.