I recently got a call from my doctor telling me that my liver count was elevated again and she wanted me to see a specalist for a possible fatty liver/NASH. This is most likely due to my being approximately 100-120lbs overweight for my height. It got me a bit angry at my brother (abuser) but then I got to thinking how much of my life's problems can I blame on him. Maybe all of them I don't know. My weight is likely due to my depression, anxiety, isolation (lack of excersise).

So what do you think, where do I draw the line?


"Being with people that understand you...Priceless"

"and i don't want the world to see me, cause i don't think that they'd understand"

"You don't know what love is...you just do as your told"

"My life has changed. What you take as a simple thing, is not so simple for me anymore"