I can’t shake this feeling.
I thought losing weight would make me feel better. That’s not true. I lost 15lbs and fit into my old jeans. Yet am not any happier. (I’ve lost weight in a healthy way, just letting everyone know. I eat what I want but I’ve cut down on crap food.) It’s my depression getting the best of me…as usual.
It’s been a week, of me not doing what I hate so much. Today I broke down. I wish someone understood the pain, I know it just upsets them. But in that moment, I could careless. Its like I’m stuck in my own mind with no way out. The things that use to make me happy are just too challenging. A few people know what I do, they obviously don’t approve. Yet it’s my only way to cope. I feel awful for hurting people who are closest to me.