No, not bulimia. Missing in Action.
I've taken a few steps back laely, completely ignoring my blog and not really posting on PT. I hit a very rough pach in my social life where i wanted nothing to do with the part of me that was killing myself. Everyday i woke up and realized that someone embedded in my heart no longer could. This brave soul fought so hard to live while I continue to let myself waste away.
It's tough to think about. Here i sit, refusing to eat while someone tonight will pray for some scraps; I pretty much am looking death in the face and flicking him off. Yet, that beloved person no longer with me had to go?
Well, this is kind of a post to say i'm not dead, i'm just really pissed off at myself.
I hope people continue to view my blog as a source of wisdom or help and i love seeing comments so post them ladies and gents!
