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Being fat – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. August 15, 2015. I go to London in 3wks time. I’m terrified the people I’m arranging to meet there will be embarrassed by how fat I am. Yet I can’t become a size 0 overnight. I have to acknowledge that the way I am is how they will see me. And that terrifies me. Posted in Thoughts and feelings. Depression, BlackDog and “I’m fine”. Schools go back and the Mermaid gets back in the water. 6 thoughts on “ Being fat. August 15, 2015 at 06:47. Liked by 1 person.
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The sleep thing… – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. The sleep thing…. July 13, 2015. August 30, 2015. Many of my twitter friends will be only too aware of my (lack of) sleep issues.I have had sleep issues since I was fairly young and I shall be talking about them here today. The night terrors and nightmares became a regular part of my childhood, but i was always made to feel guilty because I had distrubed and scared the other members of my family with them. I had and still have) absolutely no control over th...
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Being fat – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. August 15, 2015. I go to London in 3wks time. I’m terrified the people I’m arranging to meet there will be embarrassed by how fat I am. Yet I can’t become a size 0 overnight. I have to acknowledge that the way I am is how they will see me. And that terrifies me. Posted in Thoughts and feelings. Depression, BlackDog and “I’m fine”. Schools go back and the Mermaid gets back in the water. 6 thoughts on “ Being fat. August 15, 2015 at 06:47. Liked by 1 person.
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Frustrations, anger, depression and tears: a brief history of a broken mind – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. Frustrations, anger, depression and tears: a brief history of a broken mind. July 12, 2015. July 14, 2015. I find it hard to discuss emotions and feelings with people I know. I have spent a very long time learning how to keep what I feel bottled up. Since childhood I have kept it all inside, on the rare occasions I felt brave enough to talk to someone I was belittled or simply not believed. From then I was signed off sick, eventually being admitted to the psych...
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July 2015 – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. The demon drink…. July 25, 2015. Today somebody, who has never met me, thought they would tell me that I drink too much. They didn’t mean to hurt me, but they did. So I thought I’d write a blog post about it, not to excuse or apologise, but to explain. I like to drink white wine. I like the taste, and … More The demon drink…. The demon drink…. The weighty issue…. July 17, 2015. The weighty issue…. The sleep thing…. July 13, 2015. The sleep thing…. July 12, 2015.
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Depression, BlackDog and “I’m fine” – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. Depression, BlackDog and “I’m fine”. August 10, 2015. August 10, 2015. Today I am feeling low. Actually that’s not true. I can’t bring myself to feel anything. I’m existing. Anybody looking at me today will ask if I’m ok? I’ll answer “I’m fine, I’m just tired”. It goes so much deeper than tired though. It’s an exhaustion that is physical, mental and emotional. BlackDog has his jaws round my throat and is slowly closing them. Posted in Thoughts and feelings.
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About – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. 3 thoughts on “ About. October 18, 2015 at 20:57. I tried to find a contact page, so I could message you . but I couldn’t – I hope you find happiness in some way; real, online or a bit of both …. Liked by 2 people. October 18, 2015 at 23:01. I have a Twitter as thebustywench, you are welcome there. Liked by 2 people. December 17, 2015 at 14:25. I often vacillate about describing “me” and believe you’ve the best answer. 🙂. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Create a f...
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The weighty issue… – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. The weighty issue…. July 17, 2015. July 18, 2015. One word, three letters. This one word has had such a profound effect on me and my life ever since I can remember. It’s time, I think, to put it down in words. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t being called fat. By children at school, by the friends I played with, the man in charge of the donkey rides at the local fete, by strangers. All his diet did was teach me how to sneak-eat. To hide the evidence...
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First blog post – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. July 12, 2015. July 14, 2015. My bright and shiny new blog. I’ve seen and read so many blogs, has taken me a long time to reach the point of writing my own. Some of you will know me from twitter, I want to use this blog to try and express myself where 140 characters will simply not be enough. So there we are. I take a deep breath, and step forward into the unknown…. Posted in Thoughts and feelings. One thought on “ First blog post. July 13, 2015 at 12:10. You W...
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Relationships and that sex business… – bustythewench
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Trying to make sense of my confusing world. Relationships and that sex business…. August 7, 2015. August 7, 2015. Readers of my previous posts will be aware of my lack of self-esteem due to history of bullying. I lived permanently in terror of them judging me. There were a few men, but again I wanted to please them, never thought that I was worthy of their affection too. Sexual pleasure was something from books and movies, or something that happened when I was alone. I thought it was just me....The sex a...