“And that is how change happens. One gesture. One person. One moment at a time.” – The Far Sweet Thing, Libba Bray

* Accept that some days you’re the pigeon,

And some days you’re the statue.

* Always keep your words soft and sweet,

Just in case you have to eat them.

* Always wear stuff that will make you look good

If you die in the middle of it.

* Drive carefully. It’s not only cars that can be

“Recalled” by their maker.

* If you can’t be kind, at least have the decency to be vague.

* If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again,

It was probably worth it.

* It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to be kind to others.

* Never put both feet in your mouth at the same time,

Because then you won’t have a leg to stand on.

* Nobody cares if you can’t dance well.

Just get up and dance.

* When everything’s coming your way,

You’re in the wrong lane.

* Birthdays are good for you.

The more you have, the longer you live.

* You may be only one person in the world,

But you may also be the world to one person.

* Some mistakes are too much fun to only make once.

* We could learn a lot from crayons… Some are sharp, some are pretty and some are dull. Some have weird names, and all are different colors, but they all have to live in the same box.

*A truly happy person is one who can enjoy the scenery

on a detour.

Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today

‘Be kinder than necessary, for everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.’

“Giving up doesn’t always mean u r weak..
sometimes it just means ur strong enough to let go”

Don’t Quit

by Author Unknown

When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,

when the road you’re trudging seems all up hill,

when the funds are low and the debts are high,

and you want to smile but you have to sigh,

when care is pressing you down a bit – rest if you must,

but don’t you quit.

Life is queer with its twists and turns.

As everyone of us sometimes learns.

And many a failure turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out.

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow – you may succeed with another blow.

Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man;

often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor’s cup;

and he learned too late when the night came down,

how close he was to the golden crown.

Success is failure turned inside out – the silver tint of the clouds of doubt,

and you never can tell how close you are,

it may be near when it seem so far;

so stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit – it’s when things seem worse,

that you must not quit.

I recently received an e-mail about this new web site and thought it looked interesting. It is an online support group for people suffering from bulimia. Having suffered from eating problems myself, I know how difficult it is to live with and how once you have it, the mentality always seems to be there. It is really great that there are support groups out there for people with these types of problems. I really wish I would have known about some of these things when mine was really bad. If you suffer from this illness or know someone who does, please refer them to this site. It is brand new and still getting started but seems promising.

Here is the link: http://www.mdjunction.com/bulimia-nervosa

 

If anyone does go to it, please let me know what you think and if it benefits you at all. It would be great to let others know whether you would recommend it or not as well. 

Everything is so crazy. I feel as if I am standing still in the center of a large fish bowl and everyone if running around me. Other times, it seems like everything is in slow motion. During the slow times everything takes so much effort and energy. All I want to do is stay in bed and sleep – preferably with banadryl. Then during the fast times, it’s like I’m screaming on the inside but unable to say anything on the outside. I just want all of this to go away. For good.

What the fuck is wrong with me?! Something is seriously wrong. Every time things start to get better I always fall back down again, harder and faster than before. No matter how good everything is or how long everything is good for, it will always end horribly. I don’t know what to do. Now my parents are telling me that our insurance might change which means changing where we go which means a new therapist, psychiatrist and a new group. I don’t know if I can handle that.

This weekend my 80-year-old Grandma had a stroke and got into a car accident. This is her 3^rd stoke and 2^nd car accident due to a stroke. Everything is just so messed up. I don’t know what to do.

“Hope is all that we have. If you lose that, you lose everything. Don’t ever lose hope.”

A really good friend of mine told me this when I was going through some really rough times not too long ago. It helped me a lot. It helped me to know that he really cared about me. It made me not do something really stupid. It wasn’t just that line though, it was everything that he said. I could tell that he was going to be there for me no matter. All of the things that he said made a lot of sense to me too even though they were not what I wanted to hear. He told me that if I were to end my own life it would be incredibly selfish and that everyone in my life (i.e. parents, friends, him) would be completely devastated. I argued with him that they would eventually forget about me and be perfectly fine. He said that he couldn’t believe that I was actually so messed up that I would say such a thing. At the time, just knowing that he was there helped immensely but what he was saying couldn’t change the way I felt and what I wanted to do. Right now I am so thankful to him. He made me promise that I wouldn’t do anything to seriously hurt myself. This was the hardest promise that I have ever had to make. I almost didn’t but eventually I just gave in and made the promise. The next week was so hard. So many times I just wanted to call it quits and down a bottle of pills. Every time I would go to do this I would stop and think about that promise that I made to him and I would tell myself, “Not yet. Just one more day.” Now my meds are finally working and I am going to therapy once a week and doing a whole lot better. If I hadn’t made him that promise though, I don’t know where I’d be right now nor do I want to think about it.

I don’t know what’s going to happen down the road but I really hope that I can keep my promise to him. Now I know that it really would devastate those who care about me and I know I wouldn’t want to do that. 

“People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. People will never forget how you made them feel.”