Confession

I am stressed.
There. I said it.
HAPPY NOW BRAIN? Now maybe you'll stop fucking with me.
Hello everyone. I'm a represser. I will repress and repress until I sit straight up in bed, unable to get a full breath. Until I am so far into a binge-sesh that I'm contemplating purging. Which I never do, because I'm a pussy. SO that equals compulsive overeating, in case you were keeping track. Which, in turn, leads to me missing three weeks of WW because I'm embarrassed I can't have a normal relationship with food.
My self-destructive nature knows no bounds. And I guess what amazes me most is that even when my life is going swimmingly (yes. swimmingly.) my brain will invent things to be upset about. Is that some kind of disorder? Because I'm pretty sure it is. Some kind of hereditary crazytown disorder where one is completely incapable of just BEING HAPPY and enjoying the mothereffing RIDE every once in a while. Sheez.
Also? It's kind of amazing that just writing all that makes me feel a bit better.