a life limited

When I first decided to start this new blog, I decided it wasn't going to be all about my problems and for a while that worked. Yet the blog started to drivel off because realistically my life is most of the time my problems. I don't think there are many days that go by that I don't think about my issues. Don't get me wrong I don't sit and purposefully think about them, they are just always there.

Say I go out to a friends and have a really good enjoyable time, every single time without fail I am anxious I feel a fear that I will have a panic attack and make a fool out of myself. So I find that I tend to avoid situations where I am around people or where people expect anything from me because it is just too damn hard to try and be somewhat 'normal' around people.

Have you ever been scared? I mean really scared, where you feel that at any moment your life will be over? Where you feel a need to either run as fast as you can, or fight as hard as you can? In other words have you ever been in total fear of your life? If the answer is yes and you don't suffer with panic attacks then it is more than likely that it was due to an actual threat being present right? Now imagine no threat being present but getting all the symptoms of that fear.

My problem is I tend to spend my days worrying that I will get that reaction and it stays and niggles in my mind and I become really frightened. Scared that at any moment I will make a complete fool of myself by screaming that I am going to die, crying because I really believe I am going to die. Hyperventilating and becoming dizzy and basically spoiling everyone else's good time! So for me I find it easier to avoid being around people because then I don't have to worry about my anxiety kicking off. Although it still does, it just isn't as often as when I am with people.

This you can imagine impacts my life very negatively as I don't really have one! I spend my time basically in my house. I don't have the strength to continually fight it. I just feel too tired of fighting it. It is such a battle every day just to be half normal.

Then there is my depression, that s definitely a contributing factor to the way I am. Some days the thought of getting out of bed is a thought I cannot take. I find that when I wake up I think to myself "what fresh hell will be in store for me today then?" I don't wake up and just get on with the day. Some days I wake up and go back to sleep and just try to sleep as often as possible because it is an escape from the fear and sense of helplessness I feel. I find that easier to deal with than constantly having to pain a smile on my face and pretend al is okay.

I feel that every day is a struggle. and I have lost the will to fight it. People say I have a lot going for me but I cannot see it. For years I have feared what will happen if I never get better, if this is my entire life. How the hell will I be able to live with that? I don't even cope with every day life!

So you see, although in theory it is a good idea not to write about my problems. Most of the time my problems are my life and I feel this is the only way I can really express them. If people don't want to read about my problems, they don't have to read my blog do they? It really is quite simple!

Creative grooming-not so creative in my eyes!

I was looking at some video's of poodles being groomed because from what I have heard all this creative grooming is horrible for them and I must say, I would tend to agree. There are poodles made to look like entirely different animals. They have to sit there for 2 hours while their coat is turned into something different.

Hair spray is used right by their eyes and from some of the video's I ave seen very little attempt, if any, is made to cover the poodles eyes. Now let me ask you, would you spray hairspray on yourself or someone else without shielding your eyes? No! Because it hurts if it goes in your eyes!

Since when did animals become an object we can play with, and it be accepted as normal practise, with absolutely no concern for the animal that is going through it? Poodles especially suffer at the hands of this. I read one comment where a person said "Poodles often get groomed so to say it is cruel is ridiculous". Well no, I do not think it is ridiculous! For some of these, the poodles hair must have to be sooo thick and long to begin with, that right there I have an issue. I mean they are supposed to have their hair clipped so it does not give them a worse quality of life, yet here owners that profess to "Love their poodles" are making them suffer.

These are not our toys. These are not things we can do what we like to. They are animals, who want to live like animals! They don't want to sit there for hours on end, getting hair spray in their eyes and being groomed to "look the part". This is wrong and something needs to be done.

Dogs deserve so much better than we currently give them. I mean c'mon, why are we making them suffer like this and why the hell is it so acceptable to do so? Would it be so acceptable to do this if the end result was not cute? I highly doubt it. We don't allow people to neglect dogs and we don't allow people to physically harm dogs, so why the hell are we allowing this?

"Eating and food" complicated stuff

When I was growing up I had a little eating disorder. I was really good at hiding it. I used to pretend that I was having dinner at my neighbours at lunch I would just tell my mum that I had taken a sandwich to school, but I wouldn't have. I found ways to make people believe I was eating, I did eat, probably just not as much as I should have. At one point, eating anything made me heave, especially apples and potato's. I have gotten over the whole apple thing, but boiled potato's still send me sick to this day. I can't have them near any of my other food, because they really make me gag. Anyway at one point it had gotten so bad my periods stopped for I think a year. This still didn't seem to have any effect.

When I moved to Spain I found that it got a little worse. It was too hot to eat anyway, so I definitely did not get any better then. Then when I did eat, if I felt I had eaten too much, I would go and make myself sick because I was so scared and felt guilty I think. I think back then it was a way for me to control things. Although through all of this, my mum didn't seem to notice that I was really skinny and hardly ever ate in front of her. So I think I believed I had something that was mine and that I was in control and no one could take that away from me.

Once I started college and really started to work at it, I don't think I thought much about eating, I needed to eat to get energy to do well. So I think around that time, I just started to go with it and I put on 2 stone. I didn't notice though. Although other people still seemed to think I was too skinny and that could sometimes trigger off my no eating.

I think looking back I can see that I was ill and getting control over my life kinda took away my need to control my eating. I think after that I just allowed myself to eat what I wanted when I wanted and it was good for me.

However, I have now noticed that I have gone the other way. I eat crap all the time. Seriously I am always hungry. I could eat till I felt sick and I will still eat more. This drives me mad for two reasons, I had pigging out like that but I also hate not being in control of it, which I am not. I try to eat normally but I just have to snack all the time too.

So the other day I went to the doctors about it. Because feeling hungry and weak no matter what you eat, sure aint fun. I really have had enough of it. S she spoke to me about everything asked if I was making myself sick, which I'm not. Because I binge eat, so she thought maybe I was eating and puking but I'm glad to say I'm not.

She thinks it is highly likely that I am now using food as a comfort. She thinks it is most likely down to moods and due to my eating disorder in the past, it is clear that I use food as a means of feeling better.

So I'm going to have blood tests to confirm there is nothing wrong then we are going to try and get to the bottom of my relationship with food. I already have many messed up relationships in my life, good to add one more to that ha ha ha ha.

So I'm not perfect

Just sitting here thinking "Shit what have I done?" nothing more I can say really!