“When you stop chasing the wrong things, you give the right things a chance to catch you.”

— Unknown

“If I have learned anything over this last year it’s that you have to live your own life too so that if something we hoped for doesn’t work out, you still have two legs to stand on, you still have your own path.”

— T.S. Krupa

Storm Riders by Glenn Dean (x)

I have some serious mental health issues. I am recovered from an eating disorder, I have PTSD from watching my dad die, depression, anxiety, recovered anorexic/binger, trichotillomania.

I pull my hair out. I’ve been doing it since I was a young child. It is really bad when I’m stressed. There are piles of hair in my car, on my couch, next to my bed. I LOVE my hair and I wish I could stop. But it’s impossible.

I’m a recovered anorexic. I used to obsess over calories. I would weigh all of my food to know exactly how much I was eating. I would only eat around 600 calories a day. My lightest was 94 pounds. I still struggle mentally with food and I worry about my weight all the time.

I have PTSD from watching my dad die. And watching him decline and lose everything he loved. I can still picture every detail about his death and I have nightmares. And my friends had the audacity to ask me why I missed school so much. “Uhh you know I was up all night with my dad having seizures, puking, and falling out of bed. Normal things 15 year olds do at 3am on a school night” when he died I felt like I had no purpose and it should have been me not him. I slept all day everyday. I cut myself. Was very suicidal.

Recovered? Yes. still in the back of my mind? Yes, every day

my last polaroid of 2020

In pace requiescat. 🖤