Stay Positive

I am 55 days sober, $825 and 330 hours saved. We will just say day 1 bulimia free. That is okay though, I am hopefully going to see someone who can give me a new perspective of how to go about handling it. I see my doctor today about the headaches, as long as it is not an ear infection I will just contribute it to my body not handling vomiting that well anymore.

Being in MSM side of social media, I often have countless inspirational posts flood my feeds. While each one believes themselves to be unique preaching strength, unity, and perseverance, I find them all quite boring and quite the opposite of their intended purpose. I feel like they are all on repeat….repeat after repeat after repeat…go after your dreams! Step out of your comfort zone! Join me and you will be successful! I never believed I could do it until I faced my fears! It all sounds like privileged bullshit to me….privileged sheep. Because you see….they always cost money to get started. Chances are if you are struggling or in a certain class….then so are your peers. Selling these products will not get you to financial freedom unless you are able to convince others into buying, selling, and promoting. They will definitely make you money however if you are in an already middle class or have the money to waste because chances are your groupies will too. If you want to be a person in a low class who actually does succeed in such a field, you will have to play your cards right and really stand out. How to do this? Hell if I know lol. But the reality is, if you are low class, you are already on a path to fail in this field.

I miss my daughter a lot. I think I will not realistically have anything to do with her till she is older and she can make the decision on her own to have me in her life. Her parents are very much media based and I have a pretty good feeling they will not let me see her unless I am vaccinated. They also seem to do things in spite of me. It would not be good for us to have a relationship. For the longest time I blamed everything on myself but none of it was ALL my fault. Sometimes I do wonder what would have happened if I would have chosen the other parents, would life be more stable for my daughter? The other potential parents looked very confident. The fact I was able to bond with my daughters parents so quickly should have been the first red flag. At the time I bonded with everything broken, weak, toxic, or insecure. They are good parents regardless. Just when I reflect now with where I am at with recovery and how I am able to decipher my relationships…getting too close would be something I would watch out for now. Well, what’s fucked up is fucked up.

The Profile by Sanford is going fairly decent, I am happy I always have a consumption schedule to fall back on after purging sessions. I am thinking of contacting the Sanford hospital itself since they have a special program for eating disorders. Right now I am looking at a private therapist. Maybe it will be cheaper too.

My emotions today are slightly upbeat. I told myself I was going to wake up in a good mood. I didn’t quite do that but I did get myself there even though I was running late. I need to stop going to bed late. I know I need an adequate amount of sleep otherwise it messes with my ability to combat the BPD mood swings. I just let my mind get to running and give in. I need to stop doing that.

I am going to try to get in a clinical trial. It is a pretty simple medication, its for ADHD and overeating. It will be pretty easy to flush it from my system. It is about $1,400 for two full day stays. I refuse to stay in debt, I refuse to let life break me. I have too much going for me. I WILL get out of this low class, I REFUSE to stay poor forever!

I really need to schedule a dental appointment….I just really hate it….they hurt my teeth. I mean, my teeth and gums already hurt and I really need to get that stupid cavity filled before its a dang root canal….but….still…it hurts so bad when they touch my teeth. This is why I need to get better, I cannot lose my teeth. I know the more I age the more my bulimia is destroying me faster. I will absolutely recover.

I hope I did not blabber too long. Have a good day peeps, stay positive, remember….pessimism is not reality. Reality is a combination of good and bad, optimism and pessimism are merely personal outlooks, only you can control how you view life.


Hello friends.

It is 54 days sober, $810 and 324 hours saved not drinking. I wish I could be proud of myself but I am just constantly exhausted. This lack of energy started a few weeks ago. I swore it was PMSing, but now I am wondering if there is something physically wrong if if its just mental exhaustion. I have been working hard to try and keep my head afloat, but maybe…..I am exhausting myself.

To give an idea of how hard I have been working, I started my GMP career at the end of December. Between holidays and blizzards, I did not get a real “start” till mid January. Last month I was promoted, I will now likely be promoted this week. So I am legit working my ass off. On top of that I am trying to set up a coffee roasting bean business and sell makeup. Mix in my Podcast, Tiktok, and now Blogging into it (although that is more therapeutic) I guess it is no real wonder why I am exhausted.

I have attached my podcast. This is my views on my life from a psychological background POV. The episodes are short and I plan to release one every week.

Mentally…I am clouded, exhausted, drained….just everything tired I suppose. I really should start limiting my screen time, maybe find a good book to read. I have not been grounding myself lately, ironically….it takes work to relax lol.

I purged last night, I know this is purely habit. I just become so disassociated when I am like this. I know this creates an imbalance with my electrolytes which contributes to me feeling this way. I have got to do better. I will achieve my goals….I promise myself that. I will not put myself down for purging, after all, I am 53 days sober….and it has been well over a year since I have achieved this. I know my mind is trying to hold onto the bad habits of the bulimia. Its comforting because its familiar. But familiar is not always good….it can be deadly.

I hope everyone has a good day. Stay strong and positive!

Hello, My name is Kateri, and I am an alcoholic (HA!)

When I first started blogging, my daughters mom said she liked when I blogged every morning because she could tell if I was going to have a good or bad day. I found it very therapeutic, and it obviously was with how far I have come. I think I need to start this again. So lets begin….again.

Hello, my name is Kateri and I am a recovering alcoholic, daily recovering bulimic, who suffers from a Borderline Personality Disorder, that I have worked hard to control….but it still gets the best of me. I have been sober 53 days and am documenting my recovery on Tiktok at Unbreakablenative. I am seeing a nutritionist to learn proper nutrition. I am going to Profile by Sanford which Sanford is our main hospital. It is a lot of shakes and controlled eating. I am slightly overweight, very common with bulimics. I have set up an appointment with a therapist also to see if I can get a different behavioral approach. Although I have a background in Psychology, I feel like I am missing something. I can go days without a binging and purging session but then when I do….its for days, as normal as ever.

I cannot remember when I last had a regular blogging session. But to catch people up, at this point in time, my binging and purging is more dissociative I believe. I do not have a fear of gaining weight while in an episode but just not being able to stop eating, which is a response to an underlying issue. It did not occur to me till tonight that I might have a binging disorder, separate from bulimia itself. When I was in an episode tonight I just felt so disassociated. There was no fear of gaining weight but just absolute nothing. I felt sad about missing my daughter like I do all holidays, but I have had this binging and purging session going on for the past couple days. It started when I got an Easter Basket that came with a pie and Hawaiian sweet rolls that I just felt the need to have that feeling of feeling full and then the need to feel purging. But then it turned into just the need to eat and eat and eat. So after this new perspective, I am kind of wondering if I am dealing with more than just bulimia itself, but a purging disorder and binging disorder. Its different mindsets and different needs. I will have to ponder this more.

I do not feel anxious much these days…but maybe I am on the inside and my consciousness has learned to block it out. I am able to compartmentalize quite well these days, maybe I am brushing emotions away rather than feeling them. I could not pinpoint what they are though.

I still have not talked to my daughter or her parents…I do not expect this to happen for a while, years maybe. To be honest, if they were to reach out right now I do not think I would respond with more then necessary. I love my daughter to death and she is my heart, she saved my life, but I put too much on her to bring me fulfillment and happiness. I now have the door open to find that within me, and I am close. But…I cannot risk the door shutting because I refuse to be that toxic person I was.

My head hurts like usual this morning, I am thinking I might have to see a doctor soon for the headaches. Its been a good 3-4 weeks now of straight headaches. It could just be stress as well.

I feel fairly blah this morning….helpless in a sense…or maybe its hopeless. No real direction, irritable.

Have a good day peeps!


She was never praised for being beautiful or smart…quite the opposite really
Many found her stupid
Most found her ugly
Sometimes even disgusting
She was average in grades, too shy for sports, never amounted to anything in talent, and was often an outcast and bullied for being too socially awkward
Very few believed she could succeed at life, so she didn’t
Instead, she believed all the bad about her
And it pushed her down….
So far down in fact, I’m sure many expected her wind up dead
For years she wandered in a barren landscape till she came to the edge of a cliff
She tried to jump, but failed
So she decided to try again, but with a running start
Always failing to make the jump but becoming a little more determined each time to get across
Three steps forward, two steps back, one step forward, two steps back, running start…and after many failed attempts, she finally made it on the other side
All of a sudden she had all the opportunities in the world in front of her
But it was scary
Suffering was familiar and familiarity is comfortable
So she just stayed at the edge of the world for awhile, stuck in limbo, afraid to move forward, but never wanting to look back
Then one day, she looked around at the same surroundings she woke up to day after day…every long day…nothing changed…
And she realized nothing would change until she started taking the steps forward…
So she did
She walked into a world of opportunity, freedom, self-love, independence, strength, and hope, and left the cliff and barren landscape behind…
I’m sure she could never find her way back to it again even if she tried

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