Tight clothes after relapsing sucks. Like feeling the fabric rub against your cuts and getting reminded that you failed your one month clean goal again.
Relapsing is one of the worst feelings. I fucking hate it. I can’t stand thinking I’ve actually gotten better but just going back to my unhealthy coping mechanisms.
need my daddy to do everything for me.Pick out outfits and dress me up like a little doll.Brush and braid my hair for me.Tell my what I’m allowed and not allowed to do or say.Tell me to slap myself or how to touch myself. I’m so little and dumb just tell me how to do everything<3