Princesscici8
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Ive been fighting this battle for a while now. It started in my childhood. Ive always been a big kid and i never "grew out of it". I always got bullied and my family always made comments about my weight, which made me very self conscious and hid myself alot. I felt trapped in the body everyone hated and i never felt that i was okay and beautiful in the skin i was born in. All that cause me to have weird relationship with myself and made me worry alot about how others saw me. Years later i was starting to get bettsr with this issue but then 2016 hit. My mother had suffered from a stroke, and I had to take over a lot of her responsibilities. She was a very independent and strong woman and the stroke stripped all that away from her. So i needed to pick everything she did up and did those things while getting my emotions amd stress under control. Growing up and during this time, my family was very "anti-feelings," so i didn't have anyone to talk to about my mom or to process this stuff with. This caused me to find other outlets to help me cope (Sadly therapy was out of the question because of my insurance at the time). Food began to bring me some type of peace. I began to binge to cope with everything. I would eat when no one was around or went out of my way to eat alone. I would order **** loads of food and eat until I couldn't breathe. 4 years and hundreds of pounds later, food started to not work anymore. I developed a stomach disorder from all the excessive eating and weight i gained and my body started rejecting food and it caused alot of damage . This made me more sad and brought me to some dark places. I felt so out of place all the time because of my size and issues. I kind of felt like a puzzle piece in the wrong puzzle box, like I belong somewhere but not here, and that caused me to start isolating a lot. I went MIA, stopped talking to people, and felt like that was the best option since I was losing the battle and so much control over myself and wanted no one to see it. Recently, I started to get help and got back some of the control I lost. It's hard since I didn't express my feelings a lot before. I'm still fighting this battle, and now im getting help more consistantly but this stuff is starting to get a lot harder. I see my therapist twice a week and i still dont feel like its enough cause im so messed up I feel more alone than ever and i have no one to go to other than my therapist. My only friend that knows about all this lives thousands of miles away now, so we cant talk like we used to cause of the time difference and our schedules clashing. And my other friends would either make my sad convos about themselves or just use cop out phrases (like "Im sorry to hear that" or "that sucks") instead of actually listening to me and being there for me like i am for them. I'm still fighting this battle, but i feel so alone. I just want to be heard and feel loved but im so lost and alone
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