BloomingStrella
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- Mar 29, 2023
- 285
I hate my body and my face so much. Every time I look at myself in a mirror I start crying uncontrollably, and I think I've developed a fear of mirrors. It's made me cut myself up like some maniac. Recently, I was involuntarily admitted to a psych ward because apparently I was deemed "a danger to myself" due to the cuts all over my face and body. It was the worst 7 days of misery in my entire life. I desperately wanted to mutilate myself, but they assigned a special nurse to keep an eye on me almost 24/7 to make sure I didn't try anything.
The only time I had to myself was 5 minutes that they allowed every 2 hours for bathroom breaks. I felt like I wasn't meant to be in my own skin, as if I was some intruder to my own body. My privacy was violated constantly, and if you said anything about it, they told you you were "resisting therapeutic procedures and hindering your wellbeing due to emotional distress" and added more days. I lied desperately and made lots of false promises just to get out of there as fast as I possibly could. It was so hard to feign a smile when all I wanted was to strangle them (in a non harming way).
On the way home from that infernal institution, I bought myself a razor blade and immediately started cutting myself. It felt so extraordinarily good, I thought I was actually going insane. Somedays, I really just wish I could dismember myself, then at least my disgusting body could be of some use. Alas, I am forced to live with this abhorrent disease called my body.
Does anybody else struggle with their body image or wish it could be different somehow?
The only time I had to myself was 5 minutes that they allowed every 2 hours for bathroom breaks. I felt like I wasn't meant to be in my own skin, as if I was some intruder to my own body. My privacy was violated constantly, and if you said anything about it, they told you you were "resisting therapeutic procedures and hindering your wellbeing due to emotional distress" and added more days. I lied desperately and made lots of false promises just to get out of there as fast as I possibly could. It was so hard to feign a smile when all I wanted was to strangle them (in a non harming way).
On the way home from that infernal institution, I bought myself a razor blade and immediately started cutting myself. It felt so extraordinarily good, I thought I was actually going insane. Somedays, I really just wish I could dismember myself, then at least my disgusting body could be of some use. Alas, I am forced to live with this abhorrent disease called my body.
Does anybody else struggle with their body image or wish it could be different somehow?