a new friend of mine read my post yesterday and began picking my brain. we talked mostly about my eating disorder and my relationship with my dad (both of which have improved immensely).
after he got a good grasp of what both of these situations were really like for me, he began to feel bad. “your life has been so much more difficult than mine.” he texted. “i feel bad for you.”
but while his life may have been easier (i really have no way of telling), mine has still been pretty dang seamless in the grand scheme of things. i am close with my family, school comes easy to me, i’ve never had my heart broken, my mom spoils the frick out of me, i was able to dance, i’ve always had food on the table, and so much more.
so while some of my post may seem negative at times, my life is overall pretty dang good. i don’t write for you to pity me, but rather to show life’s ups and downs. that everyone has issues, and that my issues are probably pretty similar to your own. that there are people (me) that you can reach out to if you need to talk.
