Sunday, 29 December 2019

I can't remember how to fly

I don't, I can't, I wish, I'm sorry.
I don't know who i am or who i have ever been. all i know is terror, betrayal, trauma and false love and accusations. I hurt everyone I think I love.
I think love is just a tool the devil uses over you to fuck your life up.
well he has done that again and again and again to me and i fear one day soon I will not take it anymore. I can't keep doing this.
all i do is embarrass myself with my anxiety, the things I say because of my depression and my emotional responses  to life because That is all i know. That is what ive had to teach myself to cope.

I let people down.
and I am alone.
I beg God to be by my side but he just watches. watches for me to destroy my life even more. Because even he knows I cannot be rectified so i must destroy everything in my path.
Tonight, i thought i fit in. I thought I could relate.
then to be broken down once again. and now? now i want nothing but this pain to end. I want the world to stop and to be dirt. to be dirt and forgotten because that what everyone wants.

i destroy people. i am a fake. i enchant the innocent but hurt the already hurting.
I am not strong. but my will is enough.
Gods will.
to die.
one day.

see why do i resort to this? one of my good psychiatrists told me to shut that door and to stop leaving that as an option. but that door swings open and i see the ease and results so fulfilling to me.

And that is how i destroy everyone's life. i need to escape this constant pain, this constant failure, this constant attempt of trying to be a normal person because i am never going to be and i need to stop trying and just to not talk. I should actually become a mute. It would make so many people more happy. but it would not mask my pain.

I just want to burst out to god my pain, but he knows it already.
this fight this war is never going to end. I think the devil could not torture me as much as this life already is. at least i wouldn't have to cut myself or overdose or beat my head against things or smash my body with stones. i would feel all the pain and the distraction would be eternity and i might just be up or that. because this? well this feels like eternity and im going round in circles.
i cant take this.
i cant.
no more, please i beg you. please.

the man i love feels nothing but mistrust for me, that i feel. i am nothing but a trap to him. ive destroyed not only my life but dragged his into it. when he leaves me it will not surprise me but will be the end of me. i will have nothing. i will become a ghost. no more pretending to love to care to be normal. to die inside. to be what i am. 

i fool so many. im so happy so caring. when really i am death. those i would get close to my entire life have either died or moved away. my entire childhood until i stopped trying to connect with people because this was my torture this was my pain and thought i tried to fit in with others i never could and never will.

why do i keep living? every fucking attempt im found and fail. he does not know when i tried to hang myself and two girls found me. it was a cruel was to go and everything flashed before my eyes as they were popping out of my face. no air. but thats how i feel anyway no air, well almost, its like the air is poison to me. its poison. I cannot breathe. and i do not believe my asthma has worsened i think it is purely my anxiety and depression. i feel like i cannot breathe. the air will not enter and i am suffocating.
suffocating but alive. with the tears falling down my face.
i am not coping obviously. but i wake up. from day horror to night mare terror. 

i dont want this. i dont want any of this.
i need to share this.
i need to help someone.
i need this to be worth something.

I need to be worth something.

One day, I will gain my wings, and maybe then I can fly away. 

im going to link my new youtube page to this. hang in there.

Tuesday, 24 December 2019

Christmas Eve, you do deceive

Here we are another year. This time last year I was on day leave deciding my battle of life. It was strenuous but I dare not shadow my siblings birthday. 
But you are right in a way though not a shadow but thick tar that clogs pipes yet to disintergrate. 
I am worthless. I am honestly still depressed and I act feelings but right now? Right now I don’t feel alive. I feel on a cloud. Unfortunately not dead but definitely a cloud of some kind... maybe cumulonimbus. 

What am I saying? Am I saying I’m still suicidal? I don’t know, do I see moments as they happen and think if I just turned low, drove forward, stepped out, fell off, cut, drank, hung and took. I could know death. But no one knows death. We only know resurrection when Christ returns to judge us on how we could not cope with our pain though he died on the cross and suffered and died for our sins and here we are slapping him in the face. 

That’s damnation. 

So does that make life a game? We are all in a play. We are worst then Spielberg or Stephen King could condour up. 

I should consider my will but what do I care for this world ? Actually I know where my will is. And I might go rewrite it after this post of despair. 

I don’t want Christmas and don’t feel joy and don’t want life and I don’t want to celebrate. 

I believe in Christ. And pray for him. And to him. 

So that I’m not alone. And yet though he is with me I am alone and numb. My head is so puffed right now. I’m not drunk, yes drugged but legally. I am boring and no fun and people pity and spend time with me. No one says hello to me so I build this new life. 

It’s all going so well with him. He almost loves me, it’s so close. And then the dreaded happens and it’s put out of his mind. All apart of how he is wondering how to get rid of me.  

And so I sit here crying while he drifts off to never land. A place I can only dream of!!!
Oh to have a pleasant dream!!!
To not cry when you wake up! To not scream! To know where you up when you wake up. To be loved. 

Unfortunately, I don’t feel I’ll know those things from non biologicals. In fact I know this. 
People spread love all the time but they know not of what they speak. 

I know not of what I speak or to who I speak with. 

I have so much yet so little. I feel I’m going to vomit, puke whatever but hey now I’m so fat I can’t fit into any of my clothes. 

I’m a pig but aiming for happiness. Anorexia offers that as well as binge eating. 

I keep talking now because I don’t want to go to sleep. Because I know I’ll only wake up in this mess again. It’s not going to change. And he hates me. 
I hate me. 

Friday, 20 December 2019

Christmas Zombie

They don't understand. They don't know the depths of despair we are paddling in.
They see lights, we see darkness.
The expectation.
Happy, joyful. bright, blessed, love, together, not forgotten.
WE try and want to accept that expectation but its not logical for us. We try so hard. But those feelings, those emotions - they are fake and short lived.
And when anything is short lived it leaves a deeper hole every year.

It is this time of the year many people feel all too strongly some of the emotions i have mentioned above and those people could not cope and chose to end their lives so their family and friends can have a better Christmas without you bring there to bring everyone Down or anyone. After all, we only see ourselves as burdens.

I pray you get through this Christmas and new year, and know you are not alone.

Oh! new year! bloody hell. Just what we want, false hope and fake beginnings that next year will be our year! 
we say this every year and wow it gets worse. like how is that even possible?

Holidays are such a tough time and we need to focus on our coping mechanisms. none but blogging come to mind right now.

In case you couldn't tell, I had a long, awful day at work for a close someone to argue with the above as must everything I say or do be an argument to put me down and show me how stupid and attention seeking I am.
Anyway as if being yelled at customers wasn't enough now being blatantly ignored and crying for two hours, he hasn't said a word. why? Because he honesty does not care. Most likely because he can have some time to himself away from me. Getting satisfaction that Im a mess. My mind is on fire and the internal pain is relentless. 

I am so lost. 
This time last year (the story I am yet to continune) i had been in hospital for 3 months. and Christmas was terrifying. Being around people with all their bullshit emotions, putting on the show because that is whats expected from society.  
I went home that day and decided to go back early. It was so overwhelming. People living these lives! is it possible ? Like how? Why the fuck can't I be like that???

I try, we try. And I wonder every day will I ever or ill we ever be good enough? For love? for happiness? purpose? and for life????

normal people will laugh at this post and report me to my psychiatrist. FYI in the middle of changing one actually. 
But those out there that read this and understand. I hope you can feel something. Feel like your voice is heard because it is. we made it last year and the years before, whats what one more? we got this right?

This all started when I posted something on Facebook today. I haven't checked the replies yet because ill just get shot down.
So I posted, "can people please stop sending me Christmas videos and bullshit because you may be having a good Christmas but there are some of us that are not.

Some of us were reported for serious misconduct to which was false but we lost our job anyway, some of us had miscarriages, lost partners, lost family, lost hope. Some of us were hospitalised and sedated. some reported to police for various things, our best friends died and they didnt reach out to you, you moved towns because of victimization and gossip. You became broke. centrelink wouldn't help you. 

Oh and don't even get me started on Anorexia Nervosa relapses, gains and troubles. fuck.

SSOOOOO many things??!!!! comment what went wrong for you?? let it out!

I am logging off now, as iv stopped crying but the night will not get better. It never does. Hence my moon tattoo indicated its always darkest before the dawn.

someone? anyone out there?

Saturday, 14 December 2019

Hello Darkness, my old friend *the blogging re-begins*

Where are we? and what are we? matter. but we don't really matter.

so its almost the end of 2019, and it has been the most painful and eventful year of my life. I hardly know where to begin.
First off, G'day to my very few poor readers that read my depressing rants. well done. I would pay you if I could, but alas I am bankrupt. Again an event this year. I am unloved, event this year, i lost my job, this year, ive been inn custody this year, 32 stitches this year (8 months clean). only admissions for mental health lasting  maybe a day or a night here and there this year, reported to police y many a time this year, miscarriage, love and loveless, heart broken, body broken, mind broken. so so so so so so much more! oh! i dont know where to begin? my semi journal scrapbook has been my comfort. 
How do I even go on? i cant even breathe without the pain of knives in my chest. I can't sleep from the nightmares that have plagued me my entire life. it will never end and I wonder will my life ever end. I don't really care anymore because Im already in hell and trying to make the most of it. As always, one day at a time.  

if you had not read this disturbing and depressing sadness of pity of a blog  in the past I do TRIGGER WARN you. its deep its dark. and i let lose. 
the world needs to know this darkness and the light needs to be shone upon it.

So, end of last year I was going down a severe cycle of despair and severe depression where I had planned to take my own life in a lethal way ive never tried. a part of me spoke, and told my doctor because my thoughts weren't changing and i needed saving before my mind committed itself. 
I was admitted the cities most famous and biggest and extreme oldest psychiatric facility 890km from my home town, that generally takes on the worst of the worst. I had evolved. i was numb. I saw no light. I was dead inside, o had nothing but my cat to keep me alive. I had no joy and no fulfillment, I had no reason. I had no one, and everyone I got to know left me within a matter of weeks. Desperate for love I searched to waste time and dance in a fantasy that was never going to happen to then deal with my disturbance inside me that scares the faint hearten (everyone ) away. If i could even call it home. My cat is my home, but I have no place otherwise to call safe and comforting. 
an extreme shock to my family who as usual blamed themselves when really they are only to blame for bringing me into this world I was never equipped for.
God is still teaching and working on me. its a very very slow progress. he gave me life, and ive hallucinated it from there. my mental stability was equipped in a high functionally way that I felt too much. I am an em-path. I see, I read and I feel. I understand. I appreciate.

Anyway, we have gotten off course! Argh my rambling. 
So, i was admitted for a month and  I just wanted out. I kept to myself, i read a few books, i showered i stayed within my demons. I sat in cold showers fully clothed and i wept for the life I should never have been given as i never had the sense to live it. I thought I was intelligent but as time went on i knew i was different and I knew there would be ongoing destruction and there was only the unknown to hang on to. 
Its a bit of a blurr to me now, as much of life has become. It seems Ive developed this mechanism when something traumatic happens depending what brain stems and neurons are functioning i black out. I dont know what else I did in the facility. but receive medication and therapy.
the mundane days continued and i kidded myself I was recovering. Time to myself, when really medication changes were sending me loopy, much enjoyed. much forgotten.

I am broken.
I am shattered glass. 
No amount of glue or expertise can affect me or *fix me*

what gets me and annoys me is that people, often the mundane and misunderstood think suicide is a cry for attention. its revenge on people, its angry people, its by mistake. 

I admit, that can be true. for simple people who really dont know what its like. to cut your wrists every night, to cry for 12 hours, to lie in bed for days without eating or showering,

Suicide, by depression. usually severe depression can go unnoticed. But often there is a sign, something is slipped to someone and the catch on is missed and that chance is lost and the decision committed.
Suicide, is seen and believed to be the only way to end this pain, your pain, your families pain, the worlds pain, your burdens. 
We just want the pain to stop.

A) This began for me with weight dysmorphea, awareness, comprehension and embarrassment. the jokes they stung. it began at age 11 in 2005, then depression pushed me over at 2006  - probably repeating myself here sorry guys, so yes i began cutting, this time across the street. wearing a dozen bracelets to cover it. Music to soothe my soul. my rebellion began and the destruction enhanced. I was the size of a fat child, I was not the pretty type, I was not educated in these areas, I had no teacher and no mentor. even at age 26 I look like a child because I dont have these skills, I embarrass myself trying and I am not ever going to be one of those stunning girls everyone idolizes. mental health destroyed that opportunity.

ill finish A)  another blog.

back to semi attempt of an update to from november 2018 to February 2019. 
After my month admission when i met two amazing men in my life. One a lover (who used me) and the other a true caring friend. this boy from my town related to me well and it was so nice to have someone familiar, i did not feel so alone. we got closer and closer and our relationship gew until we were together as many hours a day we were allowed as we had curfews due to boy on girl contact etc.
we were the best of friends and i thought that was my life. i could make relationships that would be meaningful. I thought i felt understood, i thought i felt something other than pain. sure I had breakdowns, but someone cared. i wasn't alone anymore.

we planned to be released the same day and we returned to our home town.
we caught up that evening and everyday for the next 2 weeks. I was having feelings where he refused and used me as a tool. a manipulative fuck. I allowed it, because i wanted to be wanted. i wanted it so hard, i wanted my reason and it could have worked so perfectly. the cuddles I had never had, the conversations, the same humour, the likeness. it was bliss. until I had my holiday to A beach holiday destination in a state 4 hour flight away. 

i fell down. my friends influence at first was welcomed and we bonded like sparklers shining and spitting so star like. we were perfect together. sisters perhaps. 
but she had this goal. her goal was to have a one night stand. 
so every night we become over intoxicated and my depression did not appreciate that but i became addicted as for a minute here and there i could live and sometimes forget. 
my bliss was tanning. that felt good.
but the drinking, my heavy prescriptions medications mixed was psychotic stated of blankness. suicide always on my mind. self harm hugely on mind and wanting. but I pushed through talking to the boy. constantly texting and on the phone. so surely not me being used?
eventually the group of boys we got to know at the hotel found me of depressing and full on. no shocker though, so i retreated into my depression more so and functioned within myself. sleeping around has never and will never be my thing. i had many many offers but no, i was committed to this boy I thought I was seeing, this boy who was my world, who had become my friend ended up being sexually assulted on our last night and I was sharpening knives psychotically ready to murder the mofo. Knowing all to well how it is to be sexually abused. and i suppose my anger of my attacks and rapes haunts me to a degree i cant let anyone understand to the details. I've tried but to me it sounds like it was nothing. like im making a big deal over nothing. Only one soul has ever held me tight and said that should never have happened. He was high on drugs though and confessed his love (boyfriend at time) never to speak it again, never to hold me like that again. confirming in my mind i was over exacerbating it. 
so i sat on the balcony for most of the knives i had collected and tormented the gang below by sharpening the knives and stabbing and destroying the thick plastic chairs. my anger grows strength. this strength i cannot access for myself in my assault situations as I freeze. few understand the freezing and why i 'let ' it happen. i may talk about these assaults far far later if interested?

so leaving the next morning, as usual talking to my boy constantly up until i boarded the plane. the whole time planning and so excited to see him that night, it was all planned out! then we were going to the pageant the next day! i was so so excited as i finally had a friend..... or so i thought. 
so I arrive at my destination. and no messages. no replies no nothing. so I send various messages desperately trying to get in touch becomming increasingly concerned. eventually three hours later after visiting my dying Grandfather in hospital, very upset I really needed his comfort. so when i went to get tea on the way home I rang him, and he answered. I joked and said"well look who it is thought you might be dead"
and he responded in a slurry voice "i tried".
i cried. I was panicking. my heart was beating out of my chest. I had been off phone service for 4 hours! why would he do that within 4 hours? what had happened? what if I had been talking to him, what if I wasnt on the plane. I could of stopped it and I felt completely responsible and my body shutdown and i was a mute the entire drive home.
I. was. a. mess.

this chapter B) of the above destruction story of end of 2018 shall be continuned in future. 

You will defiantly want to stay tuned as it gets uglier, horribly disastrous  and life ending ;;;;

In due course,
to continue

Thursday, 2 May 2019

No where to go

I’m blocked out of my Instagram accounts. I don’t really care. I don’t want attention. Imbarely replying to people on anything. I don’t even know what’s going on. I keep putting myself out there and it’s just notenough anymore. Nothing’s the same it never was. I was a fool to think otherwise. I can’t confide in anyone. No one. I try but what’s the point? It’s not going to change anything? I love every day that it’s my last and one day it will finally be. 
I’m so confused . I just want to be held but thst means showing emotions it means being a person which I am not. I feel like a dehydrated leaf being squished into a million pieces as I disintegrate. 
I can’t please you. I can’t please myself. I’m in and out of this circle and I only destruct people. I just want to scream

Sunday, 21 April 2019

The facade of emotion we all desire

Here we are yet again. I get my hopes up so quick to be shut down. I question have I ever been happy? What does that even mean? I’m drowning under this surface of guilt and lies. No one can save me because I won’t reach out. I will not take the hand reaching out for me. This is me and what I must do. Used and abused. I should know by now that I am destined to be alone and dreams of healthy relationships are but a fairy tale. But I love fairy tales.... well I did until I realised this world is as bitter as I don’t know whatever ever is bitter, wrong, harsh, full of hope, full of useless revolutionary ideas, adapting medicine and knowledge. What will become of us? No one will remember me in 100 years. Do I even want to be remembered? Am I worthy to think about? I’m I worth your yome? The obvious and saddening answer is no. I feel crushed. It’s Easter and I’ve been home alone avoiding asthma triggers trying to avoid my anorexia. Dying slowly. Cracked down a kg. I’m committed to my self destruction. People are more ill than me and live and function so I just need to focus. Please myself. This is what I want and all I have to hang on to and grip to. It’s true, no one wants me. We’ve known this for a long time because I am not of this Earth. I was not sent to be here. An error, a mistake in an advanced century. I can’t take much more of this. I just want someone to want me but it’s always me chasing those who couldn’t care less about me. Proves how disgusting I am. So I need to lose. I need to prove my control. I need to disappear. I do not have an eating disorder. I’m just a girl lost within the mind of demons

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

Just not good enough.

I’m not enough. I can try harder. I can eat less. I can be enough. I’ve done it before I can do it again but this time be smart. 2 exams tomorrow and I question the use of coffee. I’m questioning all calories. My reflux continues. I’m so dehydrated but refuse to drink resource or fortisip. That’s a fail. Coke no sugar is my nutrition. What am I doing to myself?? I’m becoming better. I will be a better person. I’ll be more efficient and prove myself. No more money spent on food or drink. What a waste. 
I do wonder the more weight I lose will my bowel prolapse get worse or better? Because the less I weigh and the amount of medication I’m on the surgeon will reject me. But I need to be smaller. The thoughts consume. I have to be good at something I need to prove myself. 
My asthma won’t let me exercise especially being winter fuck. Not like I have the time. Sleep is more important. 
Please god help me pass my exams. Give me confidence and please let them notice how unwell I am. Attention seeking yes but I need sympathy to pass because I’m just that  pathetic. 
The pharmacy gave me the wrong movicol because they were ‘out of stock’ so I got the generic which is not my normal flavour free and add cordial so this is lemon lime and I added lemon cordial and it’s gross as! Yuck! Tried to drink 500mLs but only managed 250mL. Disgusting! 
So tired. Tomorrow will be a big day and I’m so worried I’m going to fuck it up again but oh well not much I can do about it. 

I feel so alone. Because I am. I crave companionship but I’m not mentally designed for that. I want to be but would love this fat fuck? Easter is going to kill me. 
Work is exercise at least and time to study my favourite topics!! 
Deciding where I want to do my placements. 
I know what I want and if that’s how I coped with my first job this way then I’m fine. Still not good enough. Long way to go but I need the control. I’m doing this for me because I have nothing else . I see in the mirror progress but not perfection. 
I need perfection 

Monday, 15 April 2019


How did I even get this far in life? I know I’m destined to be alone and that’s okay. I feel my organs going into shock and my legs forever ache. I’m seeing twirls of coloured wine splash around me which is what? 
Uni tomorrow which mother is driving as my little anxiety/asthma attack has left me pretty rotten. Hopefully will be able to sleep through the night without coughing. So can I post videos on here? Because I have a few I want to share as this is the visual picture of my self destruction. Talk tomorrow my dears xx 

Tuesday, 9 April 2019

Spins and twirls

Here’s my insta pot from @saz.vents

ou don’t see what I see. You can’t comprehend the things I know. Do I believe I was meant for this world? Well, I’m unsure. I know my purpose here. My dimensions lead me other lives. Previous? Ancestorial? I don’t know yet but it’s always family related. I don’t need to travel because at night I leave this body and this world. I could tell you the meaning of life, but you wouldn’t believe me. Because who am I to claim these things? Just a simple girl in a simple world..... anyone notice the irony of that statement? ——

Here we are again.. alone and in the dark. Night is my time. It’s always been my time. When the waves crash and the nightmares begin. Literally. Sad songs are not sad enough because no words can detain to explain this explanation. Night is the night of terrors where we must be strong . But I am not strong. I am and have always been in encampment of this terror, now my fear, it burns. 

I am lost in worlds in words and dimensions. Every morning I wake up not knowing where I am this time. I don’t expect to wake up most nights. The nightmares terrors and paralysis occur all night not just REM sleep etc. I feel like I’m possessed. I am by my soul. But I feel it’s multiple souls and therefore I must live multiple lives , go down others pasts. The dead they find me and feel my nurture from numbness. They send messages. They send warnings. The demons try to possess and get you to cross them over. I have only come to this realisation in the last few weeks on investigations of my life experiences might not have been so crazy and unintentional at all but planned by possession. But then again that could be an example definition of mental health. 

I understand and  well aware everything I just said makes me sound crazy. And I am. Completely. I don’t know what to believe anymore because the crazy things just happen and any possibility is possible. I’m just trying to make sense of what scares me and what I can’t control. 

All my life I’ve walked this path that has made me stand out yet fly under radar. I am of decent. And I’ve seen things I cannot repeat. Ive felt I’ve smelt. 

I love my family.

I’m sorry I forever and have akways hurt and destroy them. And I continue to do so. 

I’m afraid, so afraid of Satan, of myself, of being eRth bound for all of eternity. 

Yes I overthink the overthinkable. 

But I learn new things everyday. I love books, I live history. I’m repulsed by so much. 

I believe I want an intimate relationship but also accept the fact that that may not be possible for me. People either die it leave. Always leave. Trust is not an option. 

The time I have left in this life to cherish is the years I’m spending with my precious soul mate/ familiar- my cat. He owns my heart and soul. Our bond it hurts. I fear his death and already cry about it. I cry for my previous pets and I wish I could of done something. I should have done something. 

If I knew things. If I was or had been smarter I could have saved you. You could still be with me Nana. Ryan I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. You were my baby and I cherished your feral little being. 

I cry for myself because I am not anyone. My personality remains irritable to then match the persons around me. Embracing their energy because I produce none myself. I am ashes. 

I’ve stayed up and now my nightmares will be worse but if I go to bed early they are worse again. I’m scared for their is no peace there is no hope. I breathe each minute and put on a smile so I can try to convince myself I am someone worthwhile. I am what you make me. What you possess me to be.

I see you and I see nothing. 

I feel eternal loneliness though I know God is with me but Satan is close behind. I am not protected and I have gone insane. 

I’m broken. 

I’m tired. 

And I know this vicious cycle is never going to end because my work will never leave this earth.! Am bound to unfinished business because I will never be perfect. I’ll never he good enough.

Storm before the calm? 

Darkness before the dawn?


This dark storm? This is my being. It’s not a life or event, it’s not who I am - I am but a droplet of gas exchange. I breathe oxygen but does it reach the lobes it needs to to function?

Mind over matter? Mate just fuck off. 

Ana? We will discuss tomorrow. How I deny and hide her within. 

For now my pretties. Embrace yourself and have faith for you are the key to your own existence. Don’t be controlled. Just be you xx

Monday, 8 April 2019

This is my diary

So somehow I made it through today. I’ve gone to bed at 8 pm though as I type this. Today was awful. I’m not sleeping due to the nightmares and paralysis I actually swear I go to another universe and it just drains me. So I’m not going to my math exam tomorrow because I can’t pass it so I will set it next week on the same day as another exam I am redoing.
Which means I have three exams due next week and my case study dyebthis Friday which is unfinished and in this state I’m dying.
I look in the mirror and cry because I know what I’m doing and as much as I think I want to stop it I don’t. I’m letting Ana win. I’m letting her take me. I’m breaking. People are noticing and I can’t think I can’t do anything. I contsnly feel sick and am severely dehydrated. Hence the tiredness. The restriction grows. A can’t finish an Apple. I don’t even want to binge. I’m so afraid of digesting food to my bowel prolapse. 
I’m doing this for me. 
Who else do I have? 
To rely on? To keep my secrets. To see me through. 
There are very few. But I’m isolating more trying to get away. No one can stop me. I won’t die. I’m not even sick. I am just overreacting and weak. I am useless and will never be perfect. 
Perfect for anyone. 
I try and try but for what? 
This at least I can. 
If you’re not there for me well I’ve decided I’m not there for you. I’m putting what little energy I have into myself not eating it on people who don’t listen to my advise. I will not be used. And I will not confide. Stick to you’re own toxic lives. 
It’s quite clear who has mental health biological maladaptive disorders which you cannot fake for attention. So don’t come to me because She’s not here. 

Thank you to those who reach out to me and care . Even the ones I don’t talk to often I know you are there and you know I am here and that is true friendship. 

So I’m putting up a fight. But the possibilities are lessening so I need to play it safe and hydrate, vitamins and pass blood tests. Make up hides the pallor, shaving hides the languo. Baggy clothes make me look worse. But surely it won’t get worse than this?  I am broke, I have no lover. Neither do I care. 
I have my cat. I have my family. 
I will document my Ana on here and vent on @saz.vents 

Sunday, 7 April 2019

Heaven can’t help me now

You know I’m through. I’m spinning in despair. I don’t know who I am so I cling to the one thing I know. Mental illness. I pray to God, to Jesus, to say I’m sorry begging for forgiveness for the things I continue to do. I am not worthy of this life I lead. I’m isolating my already isolated life, this way I can confide with no one but myself. It’s so much easier to manipulate than to divulge. Heaven won’t save me now. I’m so in control and yet things are slipping... the perfectionism I deny returns in variation. I’m a lie of energy only encaptured from others. I wake up feeling like I majorly overdosed which in universal travel matches. I don’t know what to say. I’m so lost and yet found and seen by few. I am here but I’m not present. I can’t confide. I can’t but I must. I can’t do this again but I need to. God I need to!!!! This is my path and I’m going to crawl my way over the dead decaying bodies and trust my abilities and ? - blog extension

Where do I begin? I am so sorry to do this to you again to put you through this. But have no fear I will not leave you. 

I’m scared but I can’t stop. Honestly it for the best and it’s my path. I can hide and glide or seek . I chose to hide but the appearance is begging to be noticed and suspected. My knowledge still present. This i cannot hide but play the game through lies and faking. I see it I know it all too well. I know the risks the severe already consequences and yet I deny their existence much the same as I do to myself. 

I truely believe nursing is my purpose and I will forefill it because I know enough naturopathy, pharmacology and pathophysiology and intuition of what my body requires. I am in control. I am a hipocrite but hey I want to help others not myself.

The starving keeps me awake the fluids unbalance me they drain me . My eyes they are red and puffy. But I am intelligent. If I could accomplish high school, 7 years in pharmacy and 5 years in aged care.... yes hospitalisations and sevete self harm and suicide attempts so really I shouldn’t claim this but you know if I can survive it all once I can do. I just need to control my control. I’ve got the extensive therapy knowledge and experience I technically have a PhD in psychology. Not like it’s hard. It’s actually very very simple. 

And now I’m up late sleeping with my children’s pull ups incase I’m incontinent from this bowel prolapse I am making wore day by day. Tomorrow I stop. Tomorrow no food, pure liquid. I cannot exacerbate this prolapse please god it even appears when I void. I’m scared and the surgery might not happen due to my weight and what happens when I get tubed? 

So I have a doctors appointment tomorrow regarding referrals to surgeons and my regular mental health whatever. He knows me too well and I will refuse the scales. Ecause wzter loafing scares me. Water loading...... how is that scary! Obviously it’s your only option to not reach admission criteria and I need my potassium tablets again. I’m fucked tomorrow unless my psychiatrist hasn’t emailed him yet? I really don’t know what I’m walking into.... I can’t stop thinking. I can’t stay asleep. Nothing helps. My insomnia only leads to my psychosis and unintentional self harm because it’s accepted in my psychotic glued mind that it’s required.. 

who am I?

Why couldn’t I be normal ? But I class normal and intelligence in people with manageable mental health due to compliance, acceptance and strength. Where are we now and where must we go? Our path comes to an end of doors and from here we continue between these doors of reality, existence and hope. 

I do not know about what you ‘normal’ people call feelings like yes o understand happy sad etc they are black and white and stone age engrsved in our brains. But love? Despair? Hopelessness? These are all things we have witnessed and taught ourselves to help us express and describe who we think we might be and perhaps how to understand others? Does anyone want to understand others? Majority no, but I see one and know, feel and sense their imagined self taught badly expressed ‘feelings’ . Not trying to deny these things I just believe there are huge differences to emotions and feelings. And to connect them is confusing for some or entangled all wrong. Black and white. White is clear, viewed and seen while Black is possibility of unknown aka yes or no. 

I must stop here. For my mind does not stop. The neurons ate firing and I have no hope but for another awful night. Nothing lasts and what really do we have to look forward to and really why do we bother? Do we care? Is reproduction the only hope of change. And with the futuristic changes of the determinants of health we are all completely fucked. So here I go. As usual, one breath st a time and wait. Wait to ‘sleep’ and desire to stay that way and desire to wake refreshed and motivated. 

Monday, 18 March 2019


Phenoix you ate the soul for me. I hope to stop hurting you my darling. But I hurt everyone that gets close to me. I hurt myself. Cutting isn’t enough, overdosing isn’t enough. Death isn’t enough. I will never be enough. I think hanging will be enough but all I have is an extension cord and now I’m too drunk to even see straight. I just can’t cope. I don’t want to be locked away I want s life so why can’t I live it? I can’t breathe but I have a good life so why can’t I just live it??? I’m so selfish I hate myself. I want to to cut but know no good will come of it nothing will ever become of me. I can’t I just can’t do this 

Sunday, 17 March 2019

Here we are again

Everyday it’s something new, some new challenge on top of the war I already fight. I take more tablets than I do food. What is all this for? What is the meaning? Why do dead people keep giving me messages?? These nightmares they never end!! When will escape this hell! What do I have other than pain and anguish? People think I’m fine! I’m happy! I’m great! When I’m fucking dying. Every part of me throbs, bloats and bruises. My mind is a death trap. Can I be completely honest without being judged? No I can’t it’s that simple. Judge a book by its cover and don’t ask questions because really no one cares. Oh you just won’t help yourself Sarah, you don’t want to get better. You’re fucking right that’s why it’s called chronically suicidal you dumb bitch. Why do I even bother . 

I don’t know where any of this has suddenly come from. 

Night is just awful for me. I can barely open my eyes. 

Uni is killing me. Life is killing me . I can’t trust I can’t believe. I can’t anything. I just want to function

Sunday, 10 March 2019

In pieces

I’m in pieces and I don’t want to be put back together again. It’s not worth the time, I don’t have the money I don’t have the body. 
My head is in the clouds and it’s about to rain. I feel the depth of the ground and I sink. Down I go. I used to do this on purpose, I used to strive for it now it’s just too easy. 
I’m failing uni because I can’t comprehend anything going on. I don’t know what’s going on and I’m ridden with sadness. I’m abandoned and cold. Just when I thought..... POOF! 
no surprise though always knew it was too good to be true. I lost my chance, just like I’ve lost my chance at life. Or did I get a get out of jail free card? Nope, and the dice will never double. I don’t have the luck let alone belief. 
I was trying so hard and I was getting there and now it’s pain and manipulation. I am nothing. I am a no one. I’m hallucinating and seeing shadows. I don’t know if I will make this year of uni I’m too plain stupid with all my UTIs confusing me putting my phone in the cupboard? 
I’m too sad for this. I don’t know .
I have to go my hallucinTions are getting worse 

Saturday, 2 March 2019


I have honestly forgotten about this blog as I’ve been more active on my Instagram accounts of @saz.vents and @saz.heals so check that out for better updates. 
Me? I am fading mentally and physically. I’m sharing my story as raw as it is honestly because I feel like I’m preparing for my death. Not by suicide etc but health. If it can’t be fixed or healed then we will reassess.

I am suffering deeply. Constant pain vomiting snd laxatives. Not eating disorder required but medically required for my embarrassing huge bowel prolapse. Getting photos of it is hard because shit goes in all directions because I can not pass this giant softball. Yes I shit in my phone twice. Thank you lord for detol!
I’m continuing with uni but I won’t last long as my I’ll health consumes my whole being.  God hears my prayers, he knows my pain dnd he will take it away. I admit I am preparing for death which is why I want to leave my mark on this world. Pathetically through a YouTube channel of ‘Saz heals’ and by telling my story of mentdk health advocating recovery and torment endured. The story of my anorexia and how it’s destroyed my life and left me where I am today.
Another thing that is ALSO painful is my cancerous forming uterus. It just gets worse snd worse snd the girl uni crap playing me against each other I can’t hsndle.can I ever hsve sex ? Can I ever conceive a baby? Hsve I already poisoned my body? How long do I have left? 
My favourite psychic is away so if you can recommend anyone around health please message me! Thank you for the very few that read this nonsense 

Sunday, 20 January 2019

I’m sorry

I’m sorry darlings for leaving you. I’m mostly venting now on Instagram @saz.vents
This was my last post: I just want time to stop. I can’t handle anymore. Crisis lines only delay the inevitable. My blood pressure is awful and all I can do is lay in bed and let my heart rest at a stable rate. Not to mention the headaches, nausea, smile I have to fake, I urge to self harm is so strong. I just want to do it one more time to end it all. Meeting tomorrow to discuss about going back to work after my 4 months of being in medical wards and psych wards. I’ve had enough I just can’t handle this. I honestly can’t. The days get longer and I get lonelier. I’m a constant disappointment I can’t afford to be at uni while my blood pressure making me faint, let alone concentrate. I keep hallucinating that I have conversations with people I’ve never had and read things in my mind as facts that don’t exist. I’m losing my mind. I keep getting detained but my last 10 years have been spent in and out of hospitals, will it ever end? Will I ever commit to recovery? Honestly I don’t even believe in recovery and that’s my problem. No one will ever love this mess. Not in this secluded town. I just can’t. Self harm would keep me afloat not that I can afford the bills of stitches and bandages. I am broke. I’m relying on my parents who are controlling my secluded life. I wish I was dead. 

I don’t know how to survive this world . I’m sick of the way people treat sick of being a nut case. I just can’t leave my cat. Fuck. He is my everything. I’m a fake. All I do is post smiles all over social media hoping to inspire recovery and make people jealous. I don’t believe in recovery in anything. It will always be there just whether you chose to acknowledge those thoughts into actions. Know real from fake. 
After the last book I read I question my psychic abilities. I always dream of dead people who I had nothing to do with and they tell me where they are. I feel I’m connected because I’m already partly dead. So many close attempts have brought me to the spirit world. The drawers that open themselves. The feelings. Wow I am crazy!