On paper my life is perfect, but i still don’t feel happy inside. I had therapy straight after work tonight. As much as i love my therapists, i don’t know how much longer i can do it for. I am sick of everyone commenting on my weight, i am sick of patronising comments. I am sick of always feeling pain. I feel like therapy has completely fucked me up, it has really helped my anxiety and panic attacks – but everything else is fucked. My memories are fucked. All i want to do now is go on medication.