It all became loud noise. I was drowning. It all comes down to one single principle to follow: healthy boundaries. Here's what I've been doing to protect myself while not hurting the person who wants to help.
One day, I hit the wall. The whole day is spent in bed, I possibly flare-up something, and it takes more time to recover than the last. Mentally, I'm demoralize and feel loss of hope. Pacing prevents this.
It's what's called chronic pain, and chronic illness. What's gets you these labels? Length of time: dealing with the issue for over six months, and no signs of a full recovery. Whatever the issue may be, it extends beyond the expected period of healing.
The difference between PTSD and cPTSD is multiple trauma. Usually, it happened (or is happening) for a long period of time, and in some cases in multiple areas of a person's life. Due to these factors, there's a change in the creation of self-concept and much more adaptation to typical and stressful life events.
Floors washed, toilets scrubbed, counters dusted, furniture moved to get to the dust... Not only to vacuum, but to shammy off any spots or that weird layer of dust that lingers. We're talking a job that starts shortly after 8am and doesn't end until the whole place smells of chemical disinfectant.
I've spoken to many mental health professionals at all levels, and one thing they all agree on is that eating disorders are the hardest mental illness to treat.
All I knew was being obese, being inactive, and not giving a fuck what food I ate increased the odds of my cancer coming back. Never would I be an eating disorder.