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Tue, 15 Jan 2013 20:36:00 -0500

this might be irrelevant to everyone and innapropirate for this blog but maybe someone will relate...

Thu, 20 Dec 2012 20:42:00 -0500

this might be irrelevant to everyone and innapropirate for this blog

but maybe someone will relate and not feel like the only one being looked at.

I really wish people wouldn’t stare at my scars everywhere I go.

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Fri, 14 Dec 2012 23:59:41 -0500

oh god I'm so glad you've started posting again. this blog got me through some hard times and i got worse and now it's back thank you so much. i would send you this off anon but i have people that track my username... sorry it isn't more personal.

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 02:42:04 -0500

Wow, that’s amazing! I just got so busy with beauty school and high school i had no time to myself. You don’t have to be off anon, I am just glad I am able to support you in any way I can. I’m here for you, and anyone that needs it! I’m just here to help others and let them know you’re not alone. I know we go see counselors and therapists and that is GREAT. And necessary, but it’s always good to talk to someone who has been there and understands how intense the pain is. And that’s what I hope to be to people. Take care of yourself love, xx

Your scars don’t show weakness. They show strength, that after everything you went through you...

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 02:20:47 -0500

Your scars don’t show weakness.

They show strength, that after everything you went through you made it out.

Your scars tell a story. Your scars show healing and hope.

It’s really scary when someone cuts themselves. Honestly, people really don’t understand what its...

Wed, 12 Dec 2012 02:18:07 -0500

It’s really scary when someone cuts themselves. Honestly, people really don’t understand what its like unless you’ve been there. For you to be so angry and upset that you can take it out on yourself. That you can cut yourself open.
People take it so lightly when really its horrifying. It shows how much someone hates themselves. I can’t put in to words the overwhelming feeling there is.

When I cut two weeks ago for the first time in 6 months, it was really bad. I was usually a surface scratcher. But not this time. The scary part about it is, I didn’t even realize how bad it was. I’ve never cut that deep before and to me while I was doing it, I couldn’t do it enough. I’d go over the same spots again and again.

I woke up the next day with barely any memory of what happened. I believe what I went through that night was so traumatizing that my mind blocked it out.

I was in so much pain I could barely walk and i surely could not sit down like normal or cross my legs.

I literally tore myself apart, my legs were cut wide open, to the point that when I slept there would be blood on the sheets. And when I got put in the hospital I got sat down by the doctor and he told me if I would have cut in the wrong place I could have killed myself with how deep the wounds were. It took almost a week and a half to get them to the point where they would stop busting open and bleeding again.

Now 2 weeks out of it, and starting to feel a lot better. I look at my legs and arms that are still healing, and I realize just how much they are going to scar.

People stare at me when I go out because I look like someone tore me apart. I look psychotic. and that night, I really was.

It sucks because while I was looking for jobs today I had to wear long sleeves and pants so I wouldn’t be judged. I don’t want people to judge me and think I’m not strong because I am strong to have made it through the horrible shit I’ve pushed myself through, even if I did fall along the way.

And now the scars that I’m going to have are going to be so noticeable that I feel like I will be judged forever. On my pale skin they look purple. It’s repulsive and I just wish people would see how serious of an issue self harm is.

That I could have died that night from it. That’s a really scary thing, and a very serious thing that needs more attention.

Because I didn’t realize how bad I was until someone told me.

life is to hard.

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 15:08:36 -0500

I think there’s always a way to solve situations, I’m not saying all of your life problems will just disappear in the blink of the eye, but focus on one at time and when you accomplish fixing a problem in your life it’s a really good feeling.

I want to die.

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 14:46:45 -0500

Can I ask why?

inbox is open for anyone that needs it. xx

Wed, 05 Dec 2012 14:35:10 -0500

inbox is open for anyone that needs it. xx

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Fri, 30 Nov 2012 15:05:20 -0500

How are you? Last night you seemed to be having a rough time by you posts...

Fri, 30 Nov 2012 12:17:08 -0500

I’m okay, I just got out of treatment this afternoon. I’m doing a lot better, I’m glad to be home with family again.

I’d also like to thank all the anonymous submissions of support, they mean a lot and i’d post them all but I don’t want to flood everyone’s dash!

Going to check out a treatment center tomorrow, i have to take the steps to recover. stay strong...

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 04:48:00 -0500

Going to check out a treatment center tomorrow, i have to take the steps to recover.

stay strong loves. x

i need someone to talk to, anyone. please message me.

meghandoughertyy.tumblr.com/ask

please please dont be shy, im here with you

please, im crying. i cant. i dont want to make you feel worse but god. the thought of you hurting yourself, i just cant. please stop. what can i do to help? ♥♥♥

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 03:48:26 -0500

No one can really help me, that’s the worst part.

i’m alone in it, because its me doing it. its me

im a problem, a huge problem.

This is me, I’m the girl you folloow on here. Those cuts?...

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 03:39:00 -0500

This is me, I’m the girl you folloow on here. Those cuts? Those are me too. I get compliments all the time on how beautiful I am, but it doesn’t matter. When you hate yourself you hate yourself, and everyone in the world could come to you and tell you how gorgeous you are but when it comes down to it, the problem is me. the problem is me in my head. I have a disease, it makes me hate myself. I’m a smiley giggly flirty girl. But don’t be confused and think that means im happy. Depression is behind all kinds of places. This girl you saw at the club dancing the night away threw up her whole dinner before she came out in an attempt to be happy and thin one day. She goes home and cries because she feels empty. Everyone loves her, but she doesn’t love herself. and if you dont love yourself, no one elses love means anything

the girl with the smile lays on her bathroom floor in tears covered in blood all down her thighs and arms and she gets furious because shes running out of room for places to cut.

But tomorrow I’ll put my face on and my hair will be done and i’ll look like the perfect pretty girl.

Depression is everywhere. It could be in anyone, don’t let the outward appearance fool you.

It’s everywhere people have to be helped. This is REALITY.

Lend out a hand we are in this together.

I am so sorry to all of my followers :( you are beautiful people and you are strong. I love you and...

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 03:01:33 -0500

I am so sorry to all of my followers :( you are beautiful people and you are strong. I love you and I don’t want to hurt any of you or trigger you
Please don’t be as weak as me

please dont hurt yourself anymore. i love you and dont want anything to happen to you. please stay strong.

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 02:59:06 -0500

I don’t know what to do, I’m literally not myself right now. I can’t stop. I feel crazy. I’m so light headed I can barely type anything out so I apologize if this makes no sense, how do I stop this, for tonight at least

Sweetie... I can come off anon if you need somebody right now. I am here for you <3

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 02:52:00 -0500

I have a personal tumblr, message me there Meghandougherty.tumblr.com

I have let you lovely people down. I write this while sitting on my bathroom floor covered in...

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 02:34:06 -0500

I have let you lovely people down.
I write this while sitting on my bathroom floor covered in blood
It’s down my legs, it’s down my arms, and I just want to do more
I feel empty
I’m not myself at all right now, this person is not me
It’s like it’s being forced on to me because I deserve it,
I can’t stop
I cut so deep tonight I feel like I may need stitches
Someone help me please
I am so sorry

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Wed, 21 Nov 2012 22:33:00 -0500

It’s time I open up about something I’ve kept a secret for 2 years now. Even when I was...

Wed, 21 Nov 2012 21:29:00 -0500

It’s time I open up about something I’ve kept a secret for 2 years now. Even when I was in counseling and went to rehab I kept it a secret just because it hasn’t been something I’ve been willing to give up. I don’t post about it on anything, ever. Just because I really don’t want people that know me personally to look at me different because of it. And because in my head it’s so twisted that I don’t think I deserve the title till I’m in the hospital. I’m pretty sure some personal people still follow me on here so I’m questioning even posting it on here. But I think it could help some people so it will be worth it.

I’ve been dealing with an eating disorder on and off again for the past 2 years. Recently it’s started back up much stronger than ever before. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t ever eat like normal anymore. I can’t remember the last time I ate a full meal, it was at least a month ago. Now when I eat I just pick at everything. Because otherwise when I eat I just run straight in to a bathroom and get rid of as much of it as I can. Which is really a task for me because I don’t have much of a gag reflex so it turns into a really bad sore throat that my family can hear that I have no explanation for. It’s tearing me up, my weight controls my mood completely and it fluctuates so much from all the fasting and then trying to eat again. Once I lose weight it comes straight back so I kick myself for keeping up with this because I know it’s not going to do anything but it’s engraved in my head now. Any time I eat anything the calorie number is all I can think about and how I don’t want to go over the 500 mark for the day, and when I do I just cry, get angry, or at times even cut again. And I can’t stand when people bring up that I don’t eat enough or am starving myself and thats why I won’t lose weight and try to tell me ways to do it because they don’t understand how this way that i’ve fallen in to is stuck in my head. It’s my every though of every day. And I want to get better but I don’t even see that being possible because it’s just too much guilt and i’ll just look at my reflection in complete disgust and wish I could get back to my weight before my last recovery. I just don’t want to talk to my mom and dad about this because then they’ll worry about me and try to do the thing everyone else does and just try to force food down my throat which will throw me in to a tail spin and do even more harm than good. And I’m dreading thanksgiving tomorrow because we’re going to two dinners

and I just don’t want to be fat anymore. I want to feel pretty and feel self worth. But I don’t even know how to recover and get this voice out of my head. It always comes back. If anyone wants to talk, send me a message and I’ll point you to my personal tumblr or share my number. I’d rather talk to someone who doesn’t know me and won’t look at me like a sick monster.