this morning my dad told me i’m beautiful and that he loves me as i made my breakfast and danced to music in the kitchen. when i was 12 he told me i’m beautiful and he loves me as i cried in an ambulance on the way to another 6 week stay in hospital. i slept in this morning because i stayed up late reading and watching movies. when i was 12 i slept in because i was up all night feeling my heart flutter and my fingers numbing. a few days ago someone came up to me at the gym and told me i’m so strong and incredible and asked if i really was 16 years old. when i was 12 i was approached by a stranger in the street asking me if i was okay and if i needed a lift to the hospital. my brothers cry with laughter when i reenact funny stories, not like when they cried when they saw me after my Finland trip in 2014.
the 12 year old me doesn’t even feel like me, it’s someone so seperate and different. i can’t relate to the memories, it doesn’t feel like it happened. i was distant, quiet and scared despite performing well at school and sport. no one could tell at first, and when they noticed it was a little too late. 💜take care of your friends and the people around you. know when they need help even when they don’t ask for it. if they are trying so hard to seem okay, then they are not okay. step in and talk to an adult or carer before the behaviours become irreversible. anorexia nervosa has the highest death rate of all mental illnesses-don’t miss the signs ⌛️