My Reality
The reality is I had a chaotic childhood and “teenhood”, especially during my teen years. It causes me a lot of struggle and a want, no, a need for control. It came out in weird ways. Getting mad at my sister for moving stuff of mine into our bathroom. Picking at my skin. Scream crying over my hair if something felt even a little off. Always move objects in my room around, a lot or just a few inches until it felt “right”. Throwing up because I was terrified of the day ahead was the only way, in my mind that I could do to control my nerves and there was the bonus of it having the possibility of getting me out of going. I felt pure hatred and nausea towards the sound of metal scratching on one another. Or silverware scratching on a plate. Never doing the dishes no matter how much I got yelled at. Hiding food and dishes in my room so they didn’t know how much I ate or didn’t. I am tired so early in the day bc I keep just going...