A Thousand Words

I think it high time I get out of my head. On average, I promise you I spend at least 6 hours overthinking every little thing in my life. This is called anxiety. I worry about every little thing that is happening or possibly could happen. Today, I am saying enough. I am so sick of my stomach flipping every time I have any sort of worry. Everything starts to feel like life or death. I am so focused on other people that I have no time to work on myself. Today, I want to change my focus. Today, I want it to be all about me. Today, I want to be less emotional and more practical. I am quite a sensitive soul. I can take a lot personally. Today, I do not want to. For once, I am telling my heart, "NO!". I want to be myself and not for anyone else. Today I want to be strong, calm, collected. I do not want those little voices in my head to dictate how I feel anymore. I want to get out. I want to be removed.

Bold Eyes. Quiet and shy. Back of the room, Head behind mine. Just a friendly thought. No one should be alone. Especially on day one. Turned around, Emerald green. Normal greetings, Nothing new. Fell for a friend. Your face became normalcy. Bond formed, Little did I know. Maybe even best friend. Lots of love. Love came. Love lost. Long talks, Little walks. Bench overlooking the waters. Our spot. A place to ramble, A place to rage. Those eyes, knew mine. Fell out of love, Found you. Need. Must. Want. But, please? Back and forth, everyday. Prayers to give in. Deep love, Real love. Eyes overlooked mine. That is how it seemed. Heart on the floor, Crimson paint. Eyes with borders, Stronger than mine. End comes to end, Had to let it go. With a tear in the eye, Shrugged it goodbye. NO! It could not end. For those green eyes, Knew mine. Those green eyes, Wanted mine. Finally love proclaimed, To the world, To the Universe. My Universe, As ...

At the begging of this last summer, I decided enough was enough. I had spent the last two years of college eating my feelings in junk food. Late night McDonalds runs almost always occurred. At first it started out as a social way to meet people, but the habit developed into something worse. I felt so alone. Even when I made some friendships I felt horrible inside. I could not get out of bed most days. I ate as much junk food as I could without getting sick. I needed to eat to distract myself from my looming depression. I did not know what depression really meant at the time. I knew it was linked to anxiety, which I struggled with on a daily basis. However, I was fully unable to recognize the symptoms. My grades plummeted and my life felt sufficiently empty. The next two years I learned about depression and found healthy ways to deal with my anxiety and depression. I got a lot better, but my eating did not. Most people love to talk about the eating disorders revolved around body image. ...