I'm not someone who cries easily either. At least I was. Before last March I hasn't cried since I was seven years old. I was eighteen when I cried again. I was so proud of that, proud that I didn't need to cry. So it just makes it worse that I can't get through a day without it now.
I'm living at home. I think this is part of my problem. My parents hate (or at least really dislike me) and they make it known. Unfortunately I cannot afford to move out, so just gotta suffer it.
I'm incredibly unfit. I can hardly climb a flight of stairs without being out of breath. But I'm scared to go to the gym. Last time I started exercise it became a bit of an obsession and when that is coupled with not eating, well, it's not good.
I did have a counsellor but I didn't think it helped so I stopped it. I didn't see the point in crying at someone who wasn't telling me anything I hadn't heard before and didn't understand how I was feeling. Maybe I should give it another chance with a different person, but I don't think I can put myself through the whole process again. As for doctors, I detest them. I don't trust them or the people who work there.
*Hugs*
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