If you’ve been reason my most recent blogs you’ll see I haven’t had the best of times recently with my family being ill. I found out today that my uncles dad (married into the family not blood but just as good as) lost his dad. He had a heart attack and died. My uncles son, my cousin, is devestated and broken.
As if this wasn’t enough my aunties dad died today, they had to switch his life support off as he was pronounced brain dead. My family is falling apart in all directions possible. It’s destroying me and I’m not sure how much longer I can actually cope.
I just want.. NEED something positive to happen before I well and truly give up. I’m at an all time low, my bulimia is taking over and I just can’t think straight. I feel like if I cry I just won’t stop. 2016 has been awful.
Treasure the ones you love. Spend time with your family. Tell them ‘I love you’ you never know when it could be the last time. People say ‘life is what you make of it’ yet I don’t think I’ve ever done anything so badly to have my family go through this. It’s destroying me.
The cancer has now spread into my aunties bones. This isn’t good. She’s indenial and doesn’t want to know how long there is to live. But after speaking to a nurse and hearing she has only 12 weeks to live has destroyed me. Destroyed the family. I’m so devestated. I really hope she can stay strong and live the last period of time happily. She is an incredible women and my heart is breaking. Cancer is a horrible disease and it has well and truly broken my family.
My friend violet was my inspiration to begin blogging. She understood I was going through a hard time and told me it was a good way to release my emotions and feelings. I am so glad she introduced me to this little world. Away from people I know who would judge me for every word I say.
The feedback from you guys is massively appreciated. I feel I have found a perfect place to express myself freely. After 3 days I have 10 followers, it may not sound like a lot but 10 people are interested in my life. My stories.
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Thank you for welcoming me into the blogging world. You guys are incredible and I enjoy reading about your lives.
I have the upmost respect for doctors and nurses all over the world. However my family and I’m sure others around the world are being failed by the system daily. I’m writing this not because I’m angry but simply upset.
My uncle has been in hospital now for just over a week. Last night they didn’t even bring any food for him and when we questioned them they said they forgot. They went to get his food which he picked off a specific menu only to be told he couldn’t have it and was given half a sandwich. He is a fussy eater but was told as he is to weak to cut up food and has the shakes he could pick from what is known as ‘the finger food menu’ I.e fish fingers and chips etc. But for 5 days in a row now they have not delivered one of the things he has picked from the options they give to him.
He is under strict instructions to stay hydrated however they said they had no jugs to put water in today so he couldn’t have one. It wasn’t until we kicked up a fuss that they bought one, considering they said they had no jugs it’s impressive how they managed to get one when something was said. I understand this doesn’t sound like much of an issue but when he is specifically told he needs to keep hydrated you’d think this is a priority to the staff.
So today they forgot about him again at tea time and simply walked past his room. After patiently waiting for an hour longer than we should have we bought it too their attention. The picture attached is what he was given.. Bare in mind he is a fully grown man.. I wouldn’t give this lunch to a five year old. I’m not one to complain but when he is so ill and this is the place that is supposed to look after him it frustrates me.
We as a family have to put our faith in the hospitals to take care of him as this is the best place for him. As we have been told several times but how are we expected to sleep at night knowing he is being somewhat neglected?
Please do not think that I do not respect doctors and nurses and the work they do because I do. It’s just sometimes what is seen as a little issue to them can be seen as a major issue to us.
Waking up and wishing you didn’t is a thought that crosses your mind every single DAY when suffering with depression. For 4 years I’ve been diagnosed with depression along side anxiety and PTSD. It all began when I was 17 years old, I was attacked. Took advantage of and scarred for life. I won’t go into detail much more about it as it is something even to this day I struggle to speak about. My therapist wants me to go through trauma therapy but I personally do not feel ready. If there’s one thing I have learnt over the years though is the past does NOT define you.
It’s 4am in the morning you wake up, alone. Nothing but you are your own sickening thoughts. Thoughts that make you wish you were dead. Flashbacks that make you shudder and cry uncontrollably. You are alone. This is how depression makes you feel almost all of the time, every hour of every day. It destroys you as a person. Destroys your mind, emotions and personality.
I’ve never openly wrote/spoke about my eating disorder to anyone besides my therapist. I thought I was getting better but the voices are stronger than ever. I’ve put on so much weight in my attempt to recover and I’ve never been so uneasy or felt so low about myself.
I’m so fucking FAT and don’t I know it.
It’s hard to explain how you get to a point where your stud above a toilet bowl, fingers down your throat, tears streaming down your face as your force every last inch of food from your system only to continue to repeat this prices every single DAY. I never as a young girl assumed I could hate myself so fucking much, but I do and fuck it hurts. I hate every single inch of my body, EVERY FUCKING INCH.
I’m writing this now as I’m sat on the bathroom floor make up smeared all over my face after half hour over the toilet. I refused to eat until tea time and when I did I felt like an absolute failure. Nothing but a failure. There’s voices in my head continuously telling me I’m worthless and not wanted. What hurts the most is I believe them.. With so much going on in my family, so much hurt and heartache I can’t tell any of them how I’m feeling. They don’t need another worry to add to the list. Truth is right now I don’t want to be saved. I want to be thin.. I need to be thin.
Bulimia has truly ruined me as a person. I push everyone away when I need them most. I hate myself for it. I despise myself. Waking up with this monster in my head every day is slowly killing me. Until one day I just won’t wake up anymore…
I’m sorry if this post upsets or triggers anyone in anyway. This is my only release and it needed to be wrote.
It’s so sad that the world we live in racism still exists. I’ve just witnessed a video of two youths on a tram in Manchester today hurling abuse at a middle aged man stating that he is ‘nothing but an immigrant’ who should ‘go back to his own country’ the man calmly stated that he had lived here all his life which is well before the young individuals were born. This however did not stop them on their campaign of hate where they began to throw bottles of beer at him. The thing that saddens me the most is the 30 or so bystanders said nothing. They simply stud and filmed where one individual was being victimised. How are we supposed to promote equality and peace when individuals will happily stand by and film others being physically and verbally abused? It saddens me that in the future my children will have to grow up surrounded by hate. I want better for the people of the future and better for the people of now. We are all human. Love and respect costs nothing.
I’m off to visit my uncle today. I’m scared. I don’t know how he’ll be or whether he’ll be in pain. He’s so forgetful now what if he’s forgot me? I need to remind him to fight. That we are all here for him. I know he can do this he needs to get better we need him. I’ll spend the entire day with him if that’s what he wants/needs. Supporting my nan is so incredibly hard when she keeps on breaking down but I will be there. I will make sure she knows that we are all here. Why is life so fucking cruel?! Never take your family for granted. Never.
I’m heartbroken. Two of my family members are so ridiculously ill and they’re is literally nothing I can do. I can just see family members breaking around me… It’s destroying me. Please pull through. 💔
I’ve just finished my last ever year of my degree at Lancaster University. Summers here and I’ve just turned 21. I should be thrilled.. In actual reality I’m petrified. What do I do with myself now? Where do I want to live? Will me and my boyfriend be strong enough to stay together long distance when he joins his family back down in London? Can I afford to live on my own with the job I have? There’s just so much going on inside my little mind. Having mental illnesses for 6 years has been incredibly hard to cope with. Don’t get me wrong I have some incredible friends and a really supportive family. But who’s there at 4am in the morning when the voices in your head are telling you how worthless you are? No one. Just you. Alone. What if the future is like this? What if I don’t secure a long term job or me and my boyfriend don’t work out? What if I’m the failure of the family? The black sheep that no one wants? Ok, so sometimes I let my anxiety run away with itself but these are all genuine questions I ask myself every single day. Do you ever sit alone and just think how no significant individual would actually notice if you was to disappear? How your presence has no impact on any individual in anyway? How essentially you are worthless.
So what is my next step? I am currently flat hunting to get a little place of my own. I don’t want to go back to square one before my university life being dependent on my parents. That’s not me. I want to look after myself, I got myself to this point in life and I will continue to progress on. It’s just so ridiculous when the doctors continue to increase my medication and then change it all together. It’s not helpful to me in anyway not being able to get used to one medication before its already switched to another.
Truth of it is I’m petrified, I am essentially lost in a hole with no guidance in which way to go next. 21, and afraid of the world.