Victoria3137Casual Contributor
Self image
I feel like I’m suffocating and there is no way out no matter what I do. I change my hair, get my nails done, change something in my makeup, fake tan, get new clothes… nothing. Maybe a day or 2 of happiness, then it fades. I wear the same 1 hoodie every day and every night because I can’t see myself as even okay without it even in my sleep.
I can’t remember the last time I had 1 day where nothing mattered. Because even on my “good days” I still wake up not able to look anyone in the eyes, worry and stress about how to get to the bathroom without being seen, hiding from the eyes of even my boyfriend. And then yeah, maybe my makeup and hair turns out well, but then I’m still in that 1 hoodie I can’t take off, my hair is still put up because I can’t change it for some unknown reason, I still go back to fix my makeup 20 odd times every day. And yeah my makeup’s good, but what about how much effort I had to put into it to get it to that point. Why can’t I just lay in bed. Turn over and kiss my boyfriend. Why can’t I get out of bed happy. Why do I have to live in a pool of stress that’s too deep.
I hate that I can’t make plans with people, or at least I hate doing it because I know there’s a chance I could cancel it. I know I might be so excited to go out with friends but 1 look in a mirror makes my body go weak and freeze and suddenly I’m light headed. I hate when I actually can go out with friends, I can’t even be in the group photos. So I stand there watching them all smile and pose for a photo, when I know if I was in that photo I’d be numb for weeks. I’d sink back to rock bottom and never forget what I saw.
And what I hate most of all, is that absolutely no one could ever understand how I feel. And that alone makes me feel so unbelievably alone.
I don’t think I can recover from this. Maybe I’ll survive it, but god I don’t want to try this hard. I wish someone knew how hard I try even on my lazy days, how hard I try when I don’t get out of bed all day, and just how damn hard I try to be okay for everyone else.
No day of mine is good. Just because I’m happy doesn’t mean I haven’t struggled already. Or that I won’t.
Every time I wake up, every night before I sleep, I worry. I stress about how it will be, how it is. It’s a never ending loop of horror that I don’t see a way out of.
And it’s completely invisible.