L O S T

here we are.

safely in bed, reading stories, for entertainment, for time to pass. waiting for the night to come so you can try to sleep or contemplate your entire life before another day begins. at least, this is what it feels like for me. what do normal people do during their days. how do people cope going to the supermarket, going to school, travelling by public transit, managing their emotions? why am i not normal? i cry, barely sleep, i function like a dead person. i am lost.

avoid rock bottom. seriously. don't go there.

i am not only lost, i am an eating disorder patient, i have a clinically diagnosed depression along with pdd-nos/autism. i am an irritable bowel syndrome fighter, anemia that keeps coming back, i fight joint and muscle pain everyday, experience extreme fatigue and battle low blood pressure episodes. i am someone who has destroyed their body. and i hope you won't ever go that way. it's killing. deadly. 

i have a name, it's Esha. hi. i am born on the 15th of may in 2000. i have lived in a fosterfamily for almost half my life and i am going to tell you all about that, and more.

enjoy. and don't try to get things done my way. it'll haunt you. don't destroy yourself.