Prisoner of Myself

Prisoner of Myself

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Kylien looks like an ordinary freshmen. There never really was anything special about her, something that set her aside from others, on the outside at least. Anorexia along with depression has taken over her life. Every day is a new challenge. To wake up. To get out of bed. To breath. Most teens her age obsess over One Direction or Five seconds of summer. Instead kylien obsesses over her weight and body image. Anorexia is like a demon and a best friend at the same time. You hate it so much, you wish you could escape it and experience life without it, but you just cant let go. It wont let you let go.
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"I smile everyday. I live my life like nothing is wrong with me. No one would ever guess that I'm screaming inside or that I've secretly been hiding this huge part of my life. No one would ever know that I cry myself to sleep at night or that deep down I'm starving for help." Welcome to Anorexia. Your hostess is Ana. She'll take over from here. Suffering alone inside of your mind from a terrifying mental disorder, is something that even those who battle such a thing every day, cannot fully understand. It's like being alone 24/7 yet it's never quiet inside of your head. You can't stop the voices. You can't control your emotions. As it gets worse, you lose control of your body all together. You become prey to your disease and You can't fight back. That is what it's like for someone who has spent years of their life suffering in silence from an eating disorder. Fighting a monster that you have no chance of beating. It's almost impossible to describe the type of torture that consumes your mind. Hell. It's equivalent to pure hell.

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