LTM: 8 Jan

I wrote this as wanting to self harm or use. I have so much I can use…. Both of which aren’t options. Had an appointment today with someone who didn’t have time. I wanted to ask for a referral to a nutritionist but I couldn’t as couldn’t explain myself when I just didn’t and don’t deserve it.

Continue reading “LTM: 8 Jan”

LTM: Living in this world

Dear Eliza,

You wanted to write this, to see if it’ll help. Except that sitting here, pen in hand, you wonder how writing to yourself can help. Especially when you’re writing in 3rd person. So don’t. Hi Eliza. This is yourself speaking. Weird. Scrap that. I don’t know what I want to hear, so don’t know what to write. I don’t know what will help. I don’t know how to calm myself down.

Continue reading “LTM: Living in this world”

Letter to myself: 26th July ’17

Dear Eliza

It’s so much easier to mess up. To test the boundaries (of safety with painkillers). I know how much you want to. How much you feel it’s a need. I don’t know what to tell you. I can’t promise you that it’s worth it not to, for I just don’t know. I can tell you though, that people have done this before you. That however much it seems impossible to leave the tunnel you’re trapped in, especially when you aren’t ready to get up, people have done it before you. You have more power and strength than you believe. I know that using is safer. I know that the painkillers cloud everything over in a sense. I know that you can’t face dealing with the world at the moment. Just know that you aren’t alone. That you have the ability to get past this. And that you deserve life. I know you don’t believe that. But you do. You deserve to live. You deserve to be okay. You’re worth it. Even as you’re messing up you’re worth it.

Continue reading “Letter to myself: 26th July ’17”