Hannie's Dear Diary

Ending That Never Started A special year, was a year when I met someone who was very meaningful and memorable. He was a figure who could restore my mentality when I was in a very difficult phase of life. He was a home for me to complain abo

My mom constantly goes through my stuff and throws my things out without me knowing. A couple days ago she threw away my favorite cosmetic bag, and only now I realized it. It was my favorite! I've looked everywhere and they don't sell anything even c

I am ready. I am ready to let you go.

I don't know what I believe anymore. There are two paths that are different and both have pros and cons.  I truly am in a spiritual crisis.

When will I be able to let you go?  The fact that we live in the same building makes it difficult. Seeing you outside sometimes makes it difficult. Colliding from time to time in the gym makes it difficult.  I know you don't have it all toget

It is not about him as a person. Because, truth be told, I never connected with his personality for real. No, he was interesting as a person, but we are different: in age, hobbies, social styles. Yes, he is very attractive.  It is not about him.

I need to stop using mom as emotional trash dump.

Those illnesses have opened my eyes to our vulnerability. But they also made me realize that I just don't have time to pretend. I need to live my life now. Not in the future. Not in the past. How much do I have left on this earth anyway? It is what I

I need to find reasons to recover.

Dear Diary, This darn therapy is expensive.

Dear Diary, Why me?

Dear Diary, My bipolar meds aren't kicking in and I feel ass.

Dear Diary, I hate him.

Dear Diary, I'm actually having it so bad with my bipolar.

Dear Diary, Bipolar sucks

Dear Diary, When was my last normal food intake? Tbh, I'd happily take ana over bulimia. I purged yesterday, but binged today 3 times again. Feel nasty. Scared of ruining my face and teeth.