Slept all day. Had about 3 million nightmares. A lot of the people in my head are dead or mangled in some way.
Blind girl got trapped in a fireplace and I pulled her out and she hit her head. I got yelled at for hurting her even though she was ON FIRE and I saved her.
Guy fell off a roof by accident. People were calling him a wimp because he wasn’t bleeding that much. Never mind all his broken bones.
Little brother got hit by a car. Drivers didn’t stop.
My parents sold my Lizard.
Some weird violent scenerio involving time travel. In a nutshell, don’t cross the railroad tracks.
Spontaniously vomiting blood.
An entire divorce scenerio where the mother is left feeling inadequete in comparison to the step mother.
I want real sleep for a change.
I’m going back to bed.
Yeah I give up *flips a fucking table* sick of being stressed over thinking I had a chance of getting better anyways.
My body can’t figure its shit out and I am sick of fighting with it. Sick of fighting for some sort of care.
Gonna rip my own ovaries out in about 20 seconds too.
Fuck, it wouldn’t suck so bad if I could sleep…or fucking eat.
Or go a week without my uterus giving up and bleeding everywhere.
Maybe I should give up.
So my group went about as well as expected. They reviewed me early and determined the group is not for me and now I am on the wait list for two more specialized groups. I also have weekly accupuncture lined up and talk to a therapist specializing in eating disorders next week.