So this is the prologue to a book I have written about my continuing battle with bulimia. I thought it would be a good way to introduce my blog! Following this, my posts will be about my day to day life with bulimia and my journey to recovery which is just beginning.
People ask me why. I tell them I don't know- but maybe that's a lie. Maybe I know but I don't even want to tell myself. Maybe I really don't know why. But I know how.
When I was little I believed the world was a fairy tale. I believed I was a princess, or a butterfly. I didn't just sleep. I slept in magical lands, dreams full of summer, fairy dust and hope.
One night as I naively slept, something crept into my dreams and choked out my hope. They stole my princess crown and pulled off my butterfly wings so I could never fly again.
When I awoke, I wasn't the same person. My dreams of summer and fairy dust were replaced by a nightmare reality of a never ending winter, a painful existence, something eating away at me causing a slow death that would end in grey dust. I no longer heard laughter or saw smiles. Instead, angry voices screamed so loudly, they shattered the glass stones that were once my eyes.
beautiful xxx
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