Wednesday 29 February 2012

Perfect

I fucked up. I wasn't perfect. Now I suspect I'll become a scar on her wrist.
I was talking to someone (A) about my friend I mentioned earlier (B, and her girlfriend is D), and I fucked up and hurt her.

I was talking to A about B, without naming names at all, and mentioned that I wasn't to tell D. She got irritated at me and said "Who cares if she 'asked'? Isn't her wellbeing more important?"
I snapped and told her "Don't you dare accuse me of not caring about her."
"I didn't. That's not what I said."
"It's what you implied."
"No it wasn't...but w/e."

Then she unfriended me and posted in a group we both belong to on fb, which she only rejoined today:

"Changed my mind, guys. Sorreh. 2 hours here and I'm already getting the same useless feeling. Maybe some day soon. :) ♥ you all!! Mwah!!"

Our mutual friend, T, checked on her. She said she was ok, but T has his doubts, and I feel terrible. I've apologised, but I don't expect forgiveness.

Help...

I feel mute. A friend is developing bulimia and I can't stop her. She asked me not to tell her girlfriend and I'm now bound to not tell. Stupid fucking social anxiety. She's getting angry with me for trying to help, really angry, and I want to start screaming at her but she lives in the US. I want to hit myself, scratch myself, bite myself, but I can't, I have to stay clean for six and a half more hours. I need help so badly. I have to do something...but I can't...help me, please, I don't know what to do!

Relaaaaaaaax

I have a bunch of people forming a team in the Butterfly Project, which is taking a LOT of stress off me. Yay!

I went over my calorie limit again, but with a little luck I'll get some exercise in tomorrow.

I feel like nothing today, nobody. The worthless, inadequate mistake of a daughter who ruins days by being around. Not sure why, but I'm just feeling completely unwanted, except by Sam. Even though I realised just how many people care about me today, I still feel worthless. It sucks. I'm staying clean today, though, because it's self injury awareness day.

Fanfuckingtastic

So. It seems I have a savior complex. Yet another thing to add to my growing list.

  • Depression
  • Possible Schizophrenia
  • Social Anxiety
  • Savior Complex
  • Attention Seeking
  • ED-NOS
  • Possible Cyclothymia
  • Dyspraxia
  • Dysgraphia
I'm a psychological mess, and it's only getting worse.

Here's a copypasted article about Savior Complexes:

Here’s a fairytale gone badly, as it sometimes happens in real life: There was once a little girl who believed that all good things will come to her if she is really nice and always helps other people.
She was always there for her aging parents; she even refused a dream job because it was in another town and she didn’t want to move too far from her parents. She would always help her friends, lend them money, give them advice and get them out of trouble.
Her colleagues at work could always rely on her and she would often get behind on her projects to give them a hand with theirs. She also had this affinity towards guys with serious problems (jobless, alcohol abusing, emotionally imbalanced), the kind of guys that desperately needed help.
After about ten years of doing this, she felt miserably. She wasn’t getting the love, appreciation and recognition she wanted, most people had started taking all her help for granted, her life did not look the way she’d hoped it would.
When I discussed with her in our first communication coaching session, focused on identifying the key people skills to improve, after about 15 minutes of conversation, bells started ringing in my head going: “Savior complex full throttle!”

What Is The Savior Complex?

The savior complex is a psychological construct which makes a person feel the need to save other people. This person has a strong tendency to seek people who desperately need help and to assist them, often sacrificing their own needs for these people.
There are many sides to a savior complex and it has many roots. One of its fundamental roots, in my experience, consists in a limiting belief the savior person has that goes something like this:
“If I always help people in need, I will get their love and approval, and have a happy life.”
This is of course, a nice sounding fairytale.

Houston We Have a Problem

Often, in real life, a savior will have such an unassertive way of helping others that instead of becoming grateful, they get used to it and they expect it. They feel entitled to receive help from this person, simply because they need it and they’ve always got it.
On top of this, always putting other people’s needs first makes a savior not take care of their own needs. So while they may feel happy because they are helping others, at some level, they feel bitter and frustrated at the same time.

Reframing Nobility

Here’s where things get worse: many people with a savior complex I’ve met, although they realize at some point that they have a savior complex and it is not worth it for them, they will not try to combat it.
They’re not masochistic; they have another belief that even if being a savior will not get them the recognition they want and will not make them happy, it is the noble thing to do. They believe they are somehow better then others because they help people all the time without getting anything back.
Do you have any idea how dim-witted this is? There is nothing noble in sacrificing yourself for others while you are starving at a psychological level. If our ancestors would have willingly done so 50.000 years ago, our species would be extinct.
If you think you have a savior complex or at least something close to it, I believe the best thing you can do is to face up to the practical consequences in has in your life. Being a savior is neither noble nor practical.
Learn to give and to ask for what you want, to help and to be helped. This is the healthy way to use your people skills and to interact with others.

So yeah. I don't believe I'm better. I believe I'm unimportant and worthless. Other than that? Yeah. All of it. Fucking hell I need help.

Tired

Omg. How am I so tired? I've only been up for three hours. Didn't get the promised ice cream or lollies today, but lollies are happening tomorrow - I'd better be careful about what I eat!

Feeling really triggered, like I've been accused. Last night, I posted a status about my friend that was talking about suicide (she's alive by the way), and I just got a comment from my cousin on it, saying "You should not put this kind of information on Facebook I does not help the person involved."

In that one sentence she implied that I am a bad friend (I already knew that of course), that I'm not helping my friend at all, and that I am sharing her plight with the public without thinking about how she'd feel. My good mood is just gone.

Oh, look, another reply.


Me: neither she nor her mum can see this post, and I put it up to update and inform those who needed to know what was happening.
She's alive, by the way.
My Cousin: But how is she going to feel of she finds out about it? She may feel ashamed or hurt which could make things worse. Txt those people or private message them. Glad she is alive.


Intake:
5 glasses So Good @ 475cal
3 packets 2 Minute Noodles @ 684cal
Half a bag of Milk Shake Toffees @ 399cal

I'm exhausted.

Tuesday 28 February 2012

Stunned

Me: I'm going to bed now. Good night beautiful. Sarah: goodnight and thanks Me: What for? Sarah: for everything silly Me: I can't think of anything you need to thank me for I'm just showing you I give a shit Sarah: if it wernt for you being here, after what happened the last few months i probably would have done myself over by now "im just showing you i give a shit" and do you think theres anyone else in my life who does that??? now get some sleep, /me hugs rik


Wow. Can I really be that important to someone, that I've saved their life by being nearby? This may overturn my beliefs of being worthless. I'm just stunned. Wow. This is...I have no words.

for fuck's sake


I am extremely confused by this whole "beauty is skin deep thing". Of course it's fucking skin deep, but it appeals to something deeper than the skin. Do you tell people "it's only on the surface" when they admire a beautiful piece of art? No, you don't, so why tell people "beauty is skin deep" when they're admiring beautiful people? I do believe we generally say "can I look like him/her/xyr/thon??" rather than "can I be". What if I happen to admire a beautiful woman as a piece of art, as I would a painting?

It actually annoys me that people go on about beauty being skin deep. It doesn't matter, insecurity is soul deep.

On another note, I am very pissed off. Because of THIS. *rage*. The OP was me. As is "Rik de Lioncourt"





































What the actual fuck? I know there's gonna be people in life you just clash with but she triggers me beyond belief, from one comment. I had just gotten rid of one person who was doing that, and now this Rebecca chick?? Kinda wanna block her but that's a little immature. I wish she'd just piss off and stop commenting on my posts before I lash out. I dunno. Am I overreacting? Probably.

New plan

As soon as this cold has passed and I'm off the antibiotics here's the plan:

  • One meal a day, with one large snack allowed (noodles, Easy Mac, Milkshake Toffees and Pringles, etc)
  • At least 30 minutes of exercise per day, preferably 60 or more.
  • No more of this leaving the house without makeup crap. Nobody wants to see my ugly mug. And I'm starting to feel exposed without it.
  • When I get up, and I'm actually up, I'm gonna be getting dressed. No more of this lounging around in my robe with unbrushed hair bullshit.
  • Weigh in Wednesday is going to be a thing. Every Wednesday. Without fail.
  • Going to start taking potassium tablets in order to reach my potassium intake goal without the calories.
That's my plan, and I'mma stick to it. I'm also going to fill my photo album with thinspiration and beautiful people.

Sigh

Today was fantastic. Got home, road cone slung over my shoulder, feeling good. Then, a friend contacted me RE our mutual friend with purging disorder (I really really don't want to name names in case they see this...), saying he was worried. I went into the Butterfly Project, which we are all a part of, and saw a post, which said:

Everyday I get the same shit thrown at me. I get called fat I get called emo and I get called an attention seeker. I cut because it is my escape from this world. I constantly lay awake at night crying and contemplating about suicide. No one understands what I am going through. I just want to leave this world and end this pain. I have been starving myself, cutting myself, I am turning red with the amount of cuts I have. I am finding it hard to not cry in public. I find it hard to gain the energy to get up and go to school. I need to get out of my life. I really do. Tonight is the last night I am going to cry myself to sleep. Tonight is the last time I breathe.
Now, this girl is sixteen, stands at somewhere between 4 foot 9 and 4 foot 11, and weighs 35kg (77.16lbs). Ideally, she should be around 92-124lbs. Big jump, I know, but this is based off her approximate height, and I don't know which one she is, I just know she's really short. Her BMI is between 15.6 to 16.7, she's dangerously underweight as it is, and she's started starving and purging. Now, I know I'm a chubby little pot calling the slender kettle black, BUT, my BMI is 23.1, at my estimated (I haven't weighed myself in nearly a year) weight of 136.68lbs.  My weight is probably higher than that but I won't know until I can get batteries for my new scale. Anyway. She's skinny as. And she honestly believes she's fat. I contacted her mum, who proved herself to be a real fucking ice queen. I don't know what's going on anymore, I just know she's alive for now, and that I may have to work a lot harder to ensure she stays that way, because her mum needs a heavy hand with this thing, she needs to be slapped in the face in order to understand that dismissing it is not the answer. Both times my friend has attempted previously, she had to be nearly dead or on the verge of attempting (having taken the pills and tied the noose, but not jumped or blacked out) before she took action. She checked on her because I nagged her. Stupid bitch.

And now, I'm staying up, again, talking complete randoms down. I hate my life.

Monday 27 February 2012

OMFG =D

LOOK AT THIS. LOOK AT IT. =D
I did it! I stayed below my calorie limit again! I'm so happy. And I was below WITHOUT exercise too!

On another note, I have another reason to keep my ED a secret. My flatmate. She's trans (MtF), and she posted this status this morning:
In the last month, my bitch of a mother invites and then humiliates me in front of her wedding, constantly misgenders me, causes me to break down too many times to count then ultimately pushes me to the closest ive been in 4 years to suicide, then ignores everything like it never happened, and refuses to talk when i made it obvious i needed to, old friends refuse to have anything to do with me, long lost and recently rediscovered ones refuse to so much as say hi, last night one of the few real friends i have scares the crap out of me with aggro, every single fucking positive thing that happens seems to either go to shit or guarantee two horrible things will happen.

Sometimes i wish life would just fuck off, die and leave me alone

/rant
 

with all that in mind, I'm not going to tell her I'm giving in to my ED. She needs one steady thing in her life.

Right! Off to have my greasy greasy 390-cal dinner!

Sunday 26 February 2012

Fuck

I am such a failure. Sam's buying me a bag of chips, and I plan to eat them. Dinner's being served, I plan to eat that too. What the hell is wrong with me, why can't I just fast??

Failure

I can't do it. I'm too weak. Friend informed me there is Easy Mac left. I'm breaking, I'm giving in, I'm gonna have the Easy Mac and my dinner and my fast will be broken. I'm so pathetic, I can't even fast for 24 hours.

Fast

This has been a terrible day already, and I've only been up for an hour. Bulimic friend is contemplating suicide again, best friend is destroying herself because she doesn't know how to be alive, and I might not last the 24 hours required for my fast. It's day seven, and I think it'll be day 0 by the end of today.

Depression

Today was shit. I failed. Hard. Don't even want to type my intake because it was so fail.
But I feel like absolute ass. I pissed my bulimic friend off when she asked me if the iron tablet I gave her (which has 222mg of iron) would make her gain weight. I said no, and told her it had zero of everything except iron. And my boyfriend is in a bad mood because someone had a bath which means he can't have his nightly stress-release shower. I just tried to talk to my flatmate, Boyfriend talked over me. I'm tired, I want to SH, I have a headache, I'm depressed, and I want to say this.

It pisses me off when people are like "I've been depressed for SO LONG, it's been nearly a year and I'm just ready to give up, I haven't magickally gotten better. I'm not gonna get therapy or meds cause I'm misinformed and I think it won't work for me because I'm a special case.". GUESS WHAT. I'VE BEEN DEPRESSED FOR THIRTEEN YEARS. You think you're somehow special? Get FUCKED. Give the meds a fucking try, find a therapist, and pour your little heart out or YOU WON'T GET BETTER. I haven't gotten any happier on my own. My social anxiety is preventing me from switching to a therapist I trust, gotta get on someone's back about helping me with that. But I am not a special snowflake, I am a statistic. I am one of around 24% of teens who have untreated depression in my country. Fuck it just pisses me off so much. Sorry if I offended anyone...actually, no, fuck off, I am not sorry, get yourself some fucking help and stop wasting your life like I have.

Saturday 25 February 2012

New plan!

I can't go more than one day at a time without food, my hunger pains get too bad. I'm weak like that, and it often prevents me from fasting. So, I've decided that Monday will be my fasting day. I will eat absolutely nothing every Monday, consuming calories only from Diet Coke. I will fast those days, and I will eat small amounts (1230cal or less) and exercise for AT LEAST 30 minutes a day, this means crunches, walking, steps, jumping jacks, the fucking lot. And while I'm doing that, tell people I'm fine, tell them I have it under control. No need for unnecessary worry!

Disappear?

Everyone is falling apart around me, everything is crumbling. Is it my fault? Maybe I should go...not suicide, but just go away, distance myself, stop causing trouble, I can't be helping with the breakdowns, with the collapsing of everyone's integrity, I refuse to believe I have nothing to do with such strong, beautiful people dying inside, killing themselves slowly but surely. Even the "happy" ones have eating disorders and fuck knows what other problems. I really think I should just disappear, it would be better for everyone.


On another note, I failed miserably today. I had:
300mL Up & Go @ 228cal
1 large tin Pringles @ 591cal
1 packet 2 minute noodles, uncooked, no stock @ 342cal
1 packet Milk Shake toffees @ 798cal
But I exercised for 70 minutes, which burned 217cal.


Went so far over my calorie limit today, and Bliss has been riding my ass, whispering harsh truths in my ear. A very good friend is becoming bulimic and I'm powerless to stop her, especially when I'm letting myself fall so far into my own ED. Day 3 but might not be for long. Bliss told me I'd probably go off the scale if I tried to weigh myself, that Sam secretly wishes I was beautiful, that he calls me beautiful to try and make himself believe it, and that maybe I should go eat a steak because you are what you eat.


ugh, I'm paranoid that my friend sitting next to me will see this, she can't know how fucked up I am. I'm fine, really, but she'll freak out, she'll tell me that what Bliss said isn't true. But it is. She can't see this, nobody I know can see this. Nobody will ever see it, it will die with me.

Friday 24 February 2012

Success!

Well, I've eaten. I've had:
2 KFC Original Recipe fillets @ 200cal each
1 regular chips, seasoned @ 272cal
200mL chocolate Up & Go @ 152cal
2 regular potato and gravy pottles @ 120cal each
1 regular cup Pepsi Max @ 1cal

Bringing me to 165cal below my limit. And that's without exercise! Fuck this is a good one. Tomorrow I'll go for a 60-minute walk to grab some Easy Mac or something, I have $7 to burn!

I think I'm gonna start a sort of fund. A calorie jar of sorts. 10c for every 100cal I am under my limit, every day. Or maybe $1 per week I remain consistently under my limit, and when it's full, blow it.

Thursday 23 February 2012

Hungry

I might not be able to eat anything today. I've had 200mL of Up&Go, but there's no food in the house. I'm gonna try and buy some Easy Mac but if I can't then my intake for today will be 150cal. I'm considering turning it into a fast, seeing how long I can go without eating.

Today's Failings

23 February 2012
I hit my arms. Day zero.
Consumed (since midnight):

  • 1.5 medium containers of Mcdonalds fries @  570cal
  • 9 BK chicken tenders @ 428cal
  • 1 large carton of BK fries @ 540cal
  • 2 bags of Pascall Milk Shakes @ 1,597cal
  • 55 Salt and Vinegar Pringles @ 516cal
Limit:
1,230cal
Actual:
3,651cal
Excess:
2,421cal.

So it's safe to say I failed pretty fucking hard. And you know the worst part? I'm still hungry. I still want more fucking food. If I eat like this and don't exercise at all every day for the next five weeks I will have gained 8kg. 8kg in five weeks is pretty rapid, and I don't want to gain any more. I'm on antibiotics as well, so I have to eat. But fuck, once I'm off these damn antibiotics I'm cutting WAY down on the food. One meal a day and maybe some snacks. Fuck gaining weight.

First!

Here I go.
Hey, I'm Rik. I'm nineteen years old, I live in New Zealand, and I have ED-NOS. I live with my boyfriend of two years, Sam, and various others (Tessa, Renee, Ben, Sarah, and Jessey), and I have a kitten named Erebus. I am also a multiple, which I'll get into later, this blog is mostly about me and my ED.

I haven't gotten help for my ED, and at this point, I'm choosing not to. I'm trying to manage it by losing the weight I want to lose and then seeing where I go from there. But I can't even do that. I'm completely useless at being eating disordered, I constantly go over my limit.

Anything you want to know or say, go ahead and comment, I'm all ears.