Bruises.

This post is tough for me. It is embarrassing, sad, and scary.

Why am I always covered in bruises? You can only see the half of them. Look at my ribs, my shoulders, my back, I have tiny little bruises everywhere. What are the from? Me. I do it to myself. Look at my scalp, it is covered in wounds. What from? Me. I never considered myself someone who self-harms, but if you would look at my body, it would tell a different story. I pinch myself and pick at my scalp to feel, feel anything, the pain feels so good.

If you have never experienced this, I know how difficult it is to understand. And I would never want anyone to have to experience this, but it is a part of the anxiety, depression, and eating disorder.

I hate it but love it at the same time.

I was called out today for my bruises. I hate that, but also feel like someone should do more, wonder why, question me, be sympathetic to what I am going through.