(real life) side effects

honestly, when i even begin to think about writing a personal post, i have no idea where the fuck to begin... i haven't really been one to hold back about my struggles, loss, pain, desires, wants, dreams, so on... yet it was as if i got to the point i was so "okay" with certain things, like talking about my eating disorder. honestly, i'll be like yeah that happened, what of it? or yeah, i've been through that you can do it too...

but then this medical fuck up happened to me, which is the source that destroyed the voice i had once found on my blog ---

well, it takes every bit of me to even begin that story. because it still hurts.