In the ward
Dear gentle friends,
Welcome to The Ward.
I have struggled with mental illness all my life. I also have struggled with an eating disorder since I was thirteen. I was hospitalized twice as a teenager in the inpatient mental ward for severe bulimia. I still have to be very careful today not to plunge back down into the mania of bingeing and purging. I worry and think about my body and weight and body dysmorphia every single damned day.
I hate it.
I also have severe depression and anxiety. Sometimes I can function, like today; sometimes I go completely dark and withdraw in fear from the world. I spend many days hating myself - I think I would kill myself if I didn't have children who need me. My guilt for exposing my small children to the horrible monster of my maternal depression is absolutely smothering.
My mind is an endless dark and black hole for which there is no solution, only survival.
But there is light, there has to be. It exists in you, dear readers, in your support and kindness toward me. It exists in my children and in nature and in those who are also surviving --
When things are too brutal to withstand I try and remember what a wise friend once told me,
For what else can there be ---- your light is so beautiful to see.
With love and thanks for visiting me.
In the ward
I am good for nothing in the ward.
Christy's here for sucking off the principal
Linda's here for the sliced up arms
Deanna bangs her head on the wall
Her patch of bald - shiny as a kettle
Brianna and Sarah what a pair
They don't eat, they are so strong
They are lighter than air
They don't give in, don't stash the brownies
Like me, fat pig, nurse Patty found it
Tsk tsk Elisabeth for
Hiding your food, fodder for art therapy
Tomorrow I will draw a picture of a fucking fudge
Brownie, like a pile of shit smudged on my
Face- punishment for being so disgusting
For wanting a brownie, hiding the brownie in my
Pocket at the dining hall, fingering the
Saran wrap, holding it's crumbs in like
An invisible jog bra
Getting to my room, saving it for later, under my
Journal, top drawer, side table.
Dumpdumpdump her heads got it in for the
Wall, teapot seeks a bald Frankenstein
Linda's in the bathroom with a stolen
Gillette razor, savoring the blood as it slithers
Down her elbow,
Christy is incorrigible with the
Head resident again. If you let me suck your dick, I
Promise I’ll eat my meds...
she goads him ---
Brittney and Sarah come free-wheeling down the hall
Smiling at each other; proud of tonight’s numbers on the
Scale… 74, 72.
Feeding tube in place
Of a belly piercing -
Amenorrhea has taken hold of
I want to be them. So thin. So strong. They don't
Steal food or ca