At What Point Will *things* Get Better? Asking For A Friend

seeing someone with my body type: 😮‍💨🔥💕🤤👀😍🫠💗💦🤤🫶🥺🫦☺️😵‍💫🥵

seeing my own body: 🤢😓💔😖🔫😢👎😡☹️

I just realized I’ve spent at least an hour trying to find a tumblr post that conveys how I feel right now or at least encourages my thoughts out of the jumbled up mess they are currently in and it’s like, why can’t I make that post myself? Why can’t I just unravel my thoughts the way I usually do in my journal? Why must I, in a way, torture myself today? Trying to fill I void I already know how to fill and trying to rid myself of a feeling I already am well aware of how to get rid of but I am currently just choosing not to. Like I guess it’s because today was one of those days where it sort of sinks in more than usual just how trapped I feel in my life, but even then I know I don’t have to make it worse. I don’t have to binge eat, I don’t have to force myself to do exercises I very well don’t have the energy for, and I don’t have to starve myself either. There’s other ways to go about my sinking feeling than self destructing.

Stopping yourself mid-conflict to change your perspective is allowed! It’s okay and normal to be mid argument with someone and realize you disagree with your own stance. Often I find myself and others caught up in trying to win the argument (not the point of arguments!) or too embarrassed to back down and be wrong. I promise there is so much more pride in going “Stop! I’m wrong. I hear you and I see how I wasn’t in the right and I want to amend my view” than digging your heels in.

Interacting with me must be such a disappointment

i hate that kind of sadness where your chest physically hurts

You deserve to eat because you exist, that’s all there is to it

It stresses me out that I don’t know who I am, who I want to be, what I want to do with my life, or who I want to surround myself with and when I do try to think about any of those things I have a crisis of some sort or just resort to the thought that nothing matters and life isn’t worth the suffering to stick around long enough to find out.

Hi, I’m Amira from Gaza, 23, and supporting my family after my father’s death. My mother is ill, and our home was destroyed in the shelling🍉🍉.

We are now living in tents. Please help by donating or sharing our campaign link to find safety. Thank you and God bless. 🙏🙏

Her go fund me is linked on her page!