I can totally relate to being overweight!
I used to hide bread in my drawer's so I could eat it at night because I was always hungry.
My mum passed away when I was 5 and my dad got married to a woman who was an alcoholic and hated me getting in the way of my dad. I just remember my mum went away to hospital one night and never came back. I cried until I was about 7. Then I had a sister that was born and I was really happy but my step mum hated me, so I wasn't allowed to play with my sister because I was bad apparently.
I remember getting the last of everything. Being told to everyone, I'm not her real daughter but husband's child etc.
I hated mother's day.
I even remember having my step mums old boots for school shoes and they were navy blue, and I polished them to be black because I felt embarrassed about having blue school shoes.
My dad would go missing for days.
He died when I was 27.
I remember at school I used to pinch food from other children's lunch boxes.
Yet here I am, I have a nice life and lots of friends. I am so extremely capable of giving love but if someone says they are 'my best friend' or 'love you hun' I just don't feel anything.
I love my kids. My job is a carer. I'm forever being told I'm so kind and amazing etc.
It's hard to explain. I feel like I'm acting.
Secretly I don't actually care?
I have tried counseling but it doesn't work, I know why I feel like I do. So someone else telling me that isn't really a solution.
I can't get an apology, but I don't feel angry either.
I feel like people only get help if they are a crumpled mess on the floor who can't stand etc.
I only love my kids. I don't even think I love my husband, he's just filling the role to make my happy family.
On the outside it looks wonderful.
I have tried to talk to my husband, but he has no suggestions except see a counselor. He's from a stable home, he really has no idea.
I find myself feeling really irritated by friends who are on antidepressants and seeing social workers with their 'problems'.
Which to me are not problems! They have whole families and still struggle??
I'm not on medication, I don't have anyone.
Yet I still manage to function.
That sounds bitter of course. I really want to feel genuine.
I've just been brought up to keep my emotions in check to myself. I seem to attract broken people to help.
The chip on my shoulder is so massive I'm worried I'll never experience a sincere relationship with another adult. It's not even intentional. People would never know, I'm the life and soul of a party, yet or only extends to arms length.
If I never saw my friends again I wouldn't care. Yet I like them.
Sorry for going on and on. I just need to get this out.