With illness comes the weight. For those that lose it are lucky but to put it on, find it hard to shade off. I have never been a big girl. It has been awkward to try and squeeze into something you feel you will. Weight plays a big part in depression as it makes you turn to something, for comfort. Not until you are thrown into illness, will you realise you are up against so many things. Having a supportive family is the biggest medication for any illness. The miracles, that happen mostly do because our minds are made positive due to our family network.
I have had a lot of bad low days, days that have kept me in bed all day. Stay in doors for days without going out. I have to find ways to keep myself occupied. I ask myself, 'I am not able to do so much for myself'. The most depressing thing is, as one cannot see my illness physically, the look at me with a look that leaves me upset.
Am I suppose to explain to everyone, about what going through. I have been seeing a psychiatrist. I didn't know I had so much hidden that I needed to let out. I couldn't stop and tears just flawed like a tap.
