Dear Eddie

 No one praises me spontaneously, not when I was a kid, not even as an adult. I have to be actively starving myself to death before I am worthy of notice, I guess. And then it's just click the heart and forget it. The only time in the entirety of my life I do anything that is praiseworthy is when I lose weight. Even the significant others in my life never do it.  And yet, people keep telling me I need to give encouragement to others, sheesh...I've done that  my whole life.  

Anxiety, depression, and anorexia nervosa has me living in hell.

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