Sunday 6 December 2015

Isolation

Part of this...thing... that comes with it without even realising, is the isolation that comes with it. I constantly feel alone - and I constantly feel miserable. In reality, I think I'm depressed.. but I don't want to admit it. I don't want to end up on any medication - primarily because many of the psychiatric meds have weight gain as a side-effect and also the fact that I do not want to get hooked on, on them.

I broke down today - but in a desperate way. I don't know what to do... I'm tired of fighting and tired of all of this. I want to give it a rest and just let go and fall -- how far I fall is up to me I guess... but I'm tired of doing all this 'hanging in there' and 'fighting'.
I think I need to have a break from everything and really stop this for a while...

I'm tired...

Currently, the reality is that things are heading south and I'm too tired to help myself... but I'm trying to trust into the profs...

Please do you have any experience with giving up in this?

Sera xxx

Saturday 5 December 2015

Honest Update

It's been a while since I've blogged, however things have been going haywire. For starters, I managed to stabilize my weight a little over this summer, which although it was hard, I managed to obey the rules and managed to get myself out of inpatient.
At those times, I thought I could still do it outside of treatment - the reality is that my mind kept thinking that once I'm out of there, I would be able to lose all the weight back - and that is what happened in reality.
I am happy about all the lost weight, however, before I signed out, I promised that I would still attend some therapy sessions, weekly psychologist sessions and even be a day patient 2/3 times per week.
At first it was working, however, it didn't last long, because they caught up to me.
I had started to abuse ephedrine - which truly works, and all those old habits came back - skipping one snack, then one fruit, then one meal... till large food groups start to be omitted, whilst exercise routines increase.

I have started University and this doesn't come cheap - both financially, and emotionally... not to forget the physical exertion which also led to loads of sleepless nights.

Doctors and Mental Health Nurses from inpatient have been supportive throughout all this transition, along with the patients, however, now that things have been heading way too south, I've been threatened to being sectioned.

I don't know how I can do that.. but I'm terrified, and if it comes to that point, I know I would have lost more than I would have gained.

I'm still working on accepting that I do have an eating disorder - and even though I still don't admit it, and at times I literally feel that there is nothing wrong, deep down, I know that I'm miserable.
I don't know why.. but I'm really miserable and I know that if I keep going down, this will only lead me to where I've started this summer.

I'm trying to pick myself up and focus on school mainly - trying to keep myself motivated may actually help me in moving forward..

The reality is that I'm terrified of all of this.. I'm terrified of what's going to happen and I'm terrified of how this will turn out to be - so I'm choosing to let things as they are, forget a little, and keep
focusing on school till I am allowed in doing so.

It's also Christmas soon, so I'm allowing things to lay low.. either way, I want to be able to bring back memories in the comfortable place of home and family.

Has anyone had a constant relapse in anorexia?
Please tell me how you dealt with it?
And when was the moment you have managed to truly accept that there is a problem?

Till next time - take care:)
Love,
Sera. xx

Sunday 9 August 2015

Giving up

Inpatient treatment isn't easy none what so ever. I'm hating it by the minute. I don't know how to even do this..
All the others girls are either allowed home for the weekend or allowed out for some hours. Currently I'm on hold here due to complications I may have - they said.

I want to sign myself out so bad... And yet I can't.. What's getting me out of here?

Meal times are dreadful for all of us... They expect us to eat these large amounts. I know I'm not handling it well.. There is no way how to handle it. Some did manage to cheat and hide food, but whilst some managed to get away with it, others were caught and were handed a warning or either just punished and not allowed out for the weekend - which doing that won't necessarily help my cause...

Exercising here is another limit. Only 3 bulimics are allowed to doing so. The rest of us aren't allowed.. And it bugs us all.. We're not allowed to see our diet meal plan. We do try to calculate the calories we're having. And it's bloody mind blowing... One of the girls here even cursed and scowled at the dietician for increasing her 10pm snack.. That's unheard of!! Just because she wasn't gaining weight, she had her meal plan increased.

I'm trying to give it more time... But it doesn't work. I'm trying to play safe.. Apparently from the way we talk they can still hold us here...

My second weekend here and I'm ready to flee..

Anyone who wants to talk or want to ask me questions about inpatient or anything, do so on seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time - Keep well

Sera xxx

Saturday 8 August 2015

1st week

First week at the residential inpatient treatment has passed, and it seems to be getting harder and harder. I can't do this. The dietician wants to increase my meal plan, my nutritionist told me that I'm in a risk of liver failure and my parents think I'm wasting my time here and that this week that passed will never be gained back as I'm wasting it in inpatient.

I've begged my doctor to sign me out. He doesn't want to allow me to do that. I just don't know what to do anymore. I can't take it here...
I'm not ready for recovery just as yet. And I'm hating it here. It's not the day spent here.. It's mainly the meal times. If I just scratch the meal times off I'll be all fine.. Argh... I feel so out of control atm...it's too much.

I'm hating myself even more with every bite I'm taking. My family isn't happy at all with this and they're not really helping at times.. I'm hoping that I'll be discharged soon.

What thoughts do you have on inpatient, and recovery in general? What about your families? How were they during inpatient?

Please feel free to e-mail me on seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time - Keep well

Sera xxx

Thursday 6 August 2015

Wanting out of here

I don't know how this is supposed to be helping. Yes the nurses are nice, and the doctors and therapists are nice as well, however, meal times are still dreading. They expect us to eat 5 times daily with lunches and dinner consisting of a 3 course meal. That's bloody hell!! Who the hell eats that much??


I can't do it anymore here... It's been almost a week and I feel like I'm going crazy. I hate it here...


Tomorrow I will be asking my doctor again to maybe allow me to sign out. Hopefully he will. However I don't know. He seems persistent in this and he seems to want me to remain here, and I don't see how he can send me involuntarily when I'm mentally stable and capable of doing my decisions and am over 18.


How the hell do they expect us to do this!!! Some girls here have been also added a 10pm snack only because they're not gaining weight. I 100% won't do that.
Of course, here we don't have any control on what and how much we eat. We are kept at the table to eat every single thing.. And it's not fair... Now they've also established new rules - we can't go into our rooms unless it's after 5pm. Else they are closed from 8am till 5pm.


I'm trying to just get through this part... But tomorrow I'm asking him again for sure.


What about you? How did you feel in inpatients when coming to meal times and doctors orders?


If you'd like to e-mail me to talk, or to suggest any topic you'd like me to write about, please feel free to e-mail me on - seramartina@hotmail.com


Thank you to all those that e-mailed me, I will be replying very very soon.


Till next time - Keep well.
Sera xxx

Wednesday 5 August 2015

Obstacles

I'm not updating that often as I feel so out of motivation. I cannot do it here. I'm sad, miserable and I don't know if I can do it.
We had blood tests done here and my first weigh in.
To my liking I managed to lose weight, and unfortunately the blood tests results came out negative. I have an almost non existent white blood cell count.
They're increasing my meal plan and they're not lenient none what so ever.

I hate it here.. I begged my doctor to sign out of here, but he won't allow me... Or to be exact, he told me that I can sign out but he has to get permission to put me in hospital involuntarily. He said that at the state I'm in, he cannot allow me out of here...
I don't think I am sick.. And I don't think I'll ever be ok with this. I know I lost weight and that does make me happy. What I'm terrified of is the weight gain I'll be having.
I cannot have that, and I'm so scared here :(.

Anyways..
All in all, I wanted to update you. Also, how are you guys? Hope you're all well.

Please e-mail me if you want to talk, I will definitely reply.
Thank you to all those that e-mailed me. I will very soon get back to replying.

Till next time - Keep well

Sera xxx

Sunday 2 August 2015

Struggling

It's my 3rd day here and I'm ready to flee.
I can't do this.. This is scaring me to death. Nurses told me that I have to increase my intake by much much much more, especially as I still haven't managed to finish meals - both due to pain and the countless thoughts I'm having.
After every meal, we're not allowed to go to bathrooms or anything for an hour, so the only way to purge the calories is to exercise.
Of course many of us do it in secretive even though we're not allowed to doing so. I'm not ready to be in recovery, and I don't think I will ever get rid of anorexia.
I feel safe in it.. and I'm scared of letting go.
I know that if I do go out of here, I wouldn't keep any meal plan, and I know that I would simply go back to what I was. Which I know I will. Especially when I'll get the passes..
I'm terrified..
My doctor doesn't want to discharge me and he's not doing that...
I thought on signing myself out...
The nurses talked to me about it and they told me that it won't work either, due to the state I'm in.

Today another girl and I broke down in tears. We both couldn't face our meals. She couldn't face lunch and I couldn't face the snack. We had our fear foods and we were mostly challenged and were kept there until we finished.
Dinner for me was another battle. The nurses give us a time limit to how much we can take long to finish the meals, however I didn't even manage to finish one. They kept pushing so that I'll have some protein, but I only stuck to carrots and cabbage..

Haven't had a bowel movement in almost a week... Fibre is supposedly to work.. and yet it's not..
Coffee is another thing. It has to be with full fat milk and we're not allowed anything that's diet. We can only have one cup of green tea at 10pm.
I also discovered that I'm not allowed to do any gym. Some of the other girls are allowed passes to the gym with an instructor.. but others (we're around 8-me included) aren't allowed.
We're not even allowed to take the stairs... which is even more tiring...

I'm hoping that maybe it will get better.. However I don't know if I'll be able to continue any progress outside here - not that I'm currently doing any progress...

If you want to talk or want me to write about a particular topic, feel free to e-mail me on - seramartina@hotmail.com


Till next time - keep well

Sera xxx

Saturday 1 August 2015

2nd Day

I woke up this morning feeling more terrified than ever. I thought that I could just eat as if nothing ever happened.
The reality is, that I can't...
I woke up this morning convinced that I have put 7kg on, since last night - which is impossible as I haven't even managed to finish one meal.
I'm constantly in a battle within myself - between the control and having to eat...
The nurses, staff and people here are all so helpful, and they are all so kind. They don't push us too much, but they do want us to keep going.
In my case, at certain points I have to stop half way or even sometimes less. The bad stomach pains and cramps that I do get are pretty unbearable to say the least.

We have assigned places at meal times, and also, depending on our state, we could leave the centre for the weekend. Currently another girl and I are here as all the other girls have gone away.
It's a little quiet for a Saturday night, but it's giving us a little time to relax and talk.

My parents have also visited, however not both are on board with me being here.
In reality, if it wasn't for my doctor and for his pushing, I wouldn't be here... It was him that talked to my parents and it was him that admitted me asap.

There are set meal times - Breakfast, lunch and dinner - with 2 snacks included in between.
There are three types of meal plans. The other girl and I are on the most basic due to having starved ourselves for so long.

Estimation, I think we're having around 700-850 cals. Which although it does set our mind at rest that we're still eating below a normal calorific intake, it still gives us anxiety on how much we're actually eating. Especially as we're both used to eating further less than that or nothing at all (at our worst)...

Not having finished one meal is playing against me. I know that when my doc is going to see me, he is going to want to find out the why and the yada yada yada...
Only I won't be able to give him a clear answer, as I don't even know why myself.

Exercising is another issue.
I want and need to exercise, but we're not allowed. Not even walks.. and that is frustrating... Some of us do secretively exercise which isn't necessarily helping our cause... but at times we can't help it.

The nurses come to check on us every 30 mins or so, and during meal times rooms and bathrooms are locked. Once meal time finishes, we are all to rest in the living room and aren't allowed in bathrooms or rooms till an hour later (as they would still be locked).

I've found it very strange to realise that many of us have the same thoughts and feelings - almost directly and clearly set by a machine... which does help us to relate to each other...

I was wondering, have you guys ever been in recovery? Do you have any idea what to expect more?
Also, how did you deal with meal times?

If you'd like to talk or want me to write about a particular topic, please don't hesitate to e-mail me on - seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time - keep well

Sera xxxx

Friday 31 July 2015

A New Journey

I don't even know were to start.
These past few weeks, I had been deteriorating slowly. Although I still do not admit it to myself that I am sick, that I am anorexic,
My doctor wanted me inpatient ASAP, and here I am - trying to find every inch of courage to admit that I do have an illness, and most importantly trying to get out of this cage.

I've been battling this for years.. going to and fro, to and fro.. until my body gave up on me..
And since 2pm,, I've been an inpatient at a residential facility.

Meal times are dreadful, and it's scaring me to think about the large amount of things I'm having to face to eat. All I can think of is how much of a failure I am for having to eat.. Not eating gave me a sense of pride that I could control something.. that I could control the numbers.. That I could control what I eat.. but now I can't anymore..

The doctors, and nurses are all so kind and so helpful. When they see you struggling to eat, they come beside you and tell you soothing words and try to be understanding as much as possible.. I haven't been able to finish one meal as yet, and although they were tough and pushing to keep going, they kept being helpful despite of everything.

The youngest patient here is 14 years old and oldest is 33. We're a group of 12 girls, all trying to get out of this. All trying to find ourselves... hopefully we'll manage...

Even the girls here are supportive. I made a friend, and she's in medical school. She is also battling this illness, and she has been here since Monday. She has been trying to help me keep on going no matter what.. but I can't stop these thoughts.

I know that anorexia is a very strong and debilitating and soul screeching thing.. but I feel safe in it.. I feel it a shield.. I feel it to be protecting and loving.. I ... am scared to let go...

My stay is indefinite, but for sure they want me here for months to come...

Maybe someday... it will get better...

I was wondering.. Has anyone ever been in recovery? and how was it for you in the first few days?

If you want to e-mail me to talk, or even just to ask certain questions, do not hesitate to doing so by e-mailing me on  - seramartina@hotmail.com

Love Sera xxxx

Friday 24 July 2015

My favourite Current Thing

Mugs, thermoses, travel mugs. Anything that allows me to carry liquids in fancy things make me feel happy.
My current gadget in these things is this new Animal Thermos that I managed to get from ebay. It's such a cute pinky thermos that allows it to be a little me. The first time I saw it, I had to get it. It reflected so many things in me that I was automatically attached to it from just a picture.

This morning, it came by post, and for the record, it came very early.

I started using it right away, and it solely purpose is well served :D .
Another addition to my collection :D.

What about you? Do you have any special collection or anything that you like?
I would like to hear from all of you :)

If you'd like me to write about a particular topic, or even just to talk, don't hesitate to e-mail me on - seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time - Keep well :)
Sera :) xx 

Wednesday 22 July 2015

I'm sorry - Back to blogging

First and foremost I have to apologize for these last few days. As some of you may have noticed, and I guess it was a little obvious, I've been having some bad time these days, and unfortunately, I'm sick again. I'm so tired of being sick... and antibiotics aren't really helping. Not to mention the fact that I'm constantly tired.

Anyways, enough rambling from me. As promised, I would be doing the blogging challenge, however, it's going to take longer than expected, due to the time I would be taking in working on personal things, which I will be revealing very soon.

Now that I have settled University, and some concrete plans for the future, I can say that I finally I am a little compliant and ready to take things head on - hopefully these will manage.

All in all, I've wanted to apologize for going AWOL for these last few days.
Once I get fully better from the flu, I will be posting more frequently.

I was wondering, how are you guys? And do you want me to write about anything?
Also, if you want to e-mail me, or ask me anything, or even just to talk, please do so on -
seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time - Keep Well

Sera :) xx

Saturday 18 July 2015

What is this? - Need help

I cannot understand any of this. At one minute I'm laughing, and crying in the next. At one point I'm filled with motivation to move forward and terrified as hell in the next. I know it's still a fresh wound, and I'm trying to find my feet. But it's taking a lot. And it is taking long.

What if I still don't make it? What if this would be another year in vain? What would happen then?

These questions keep creeping up. I'm trying to figure out my future whilst making my own path, but.. I don't know. I really have no idea about anything these days.
I'm tired of crying. I just want to forget and start making progress. I want to be happy.. But apparently it's going to take longer.
Maybe this year would be the year.
I truly don't know what I would do if it doesn't happen this year. I've been working so hard for this and have been waiting since I was just a little kid.. I want to make my dream come true.. But I'm terrified that I won't make it again.

Fear is what gets in the way. In my case it's a mixture of fear, shame, hatred, guilt, anger, disappointment, distress... And so many more.. And what all those make is fear in general.

How do I even do this?
What's the next step forward?
I need a sign.. Something..

Humpf... I'll have to work harder..

Sera.

Friday 17 July 2015

Another day-Feeling hopeless..

It's been 3 days, and yet I'm still trying to find myself. I don't know if I can do it, or if I can keep up the motivation or even some courage, but I'm trying to move forward. Right now I can barely look in the mirror. I hate myself completely. Maybe this is a test to see how further I can take it, or maybe.. I don't know.. I truly don't know..
I'm rambling over here. But I feel so alone right now. I am tired of trying and yet I want to try again, only at times I feel this surge of courage and at some point, like now, I feel hopeless to the point of wanting to disappear from the face of this earth.
Will this pain ever end? Will it ever get better? Should I keep hoping? Should I even try? .. I need a sign, something, somewhere.. I.. Just don't know.. And I'm tired.. I feel that I want to sleep and never wake up ever again..
Every time I close my eyes to sleep I do forget a little, but once I wake up, reality hits all over again. I hate this.. I hate me.. I just want the pain to end...

Anyways... For now I'll be leaving a little the 30 day challenge. If I do feel a little better I'll try to post something..

Sera

Wednesday 15 July 2015

Update

This is not one of the challenge days I was thinking on doing. Honestly, I truly don't know where my mind is at the moment. I've lost a lot of things in these past two days and am trying to get back on my feet slowly.

One bad news can change everything. It did change everything. I lost a part of me, and I don't think I'll ever recover it back. Maybe I should just give up! Maybe I should just don't care anymore. I don't feel like picking myself up this time. I'm shattered and have no strength in getting back up.

Either way, in some way, form or another I have to try and get back up on my feet and fight this back. I have to try and find other ways... Maybe who knows.. I'll succeed this time...
I just don't know what to do...

Anyways.. That's all for today..

Till next time - Keep well

Sera xx

Monday 13 July 2015

Day 2 - 20 Facts about me

  1. I drink tea and coffee and water constantly throughout the day. My family even calls me a tadpole due to the large amounts of liquids I ingest daily.
  2. I love eating ice, in summer and winter, despite the cold weather.
  3. I’m very bad at confrontations. You pick up a fight and I do turn around. I cannot stand any fighting or shouting or any of the sort.
  4. I’m obsessed by the way serial killers think. I love to see what made them into committing such crimes. Jeffrey Dahmer and The Zodiac Killer are my favourite. Then there’s also Nikolai Dzhumagaliev, Pedro Lopez (the monster of the Andes), and Issei Sagawa (the Kobe cannibal).
  5. I spend too much time viewing youtubers. My favourite are Shane Dawson, Matthew Santoro, Epic Meal Time, Buzzfeed, Lily Lucia, Taylor Swift, Bart Baker, and Superwoman.
  6. I still haven’t learned properly how to use a drinking straw.
  7. I don’t know how to read an analogue watch properly. I only use digital.
  8. I’m a perfectionist and need everything to be in a certain way.
  9. I love huge gadgets. In fact my phone is a 6 inch.
  10. I listen to songs that only have a meaning to me.
  11. I love dresses but don’t wear them that often because I’m scared of drawing too much attention. Hence gym trousers during the week, pair of work trousers for work, and skinny jeans when I go out, or a pair of nice trousers. I do wear dresses, only not occasionally.
  12. I love Taylor Swift. Many of her songs have inspired me, given me hope and even pushed me further. She’s my idol and I admire her. I wish I can meet her someday.
  13. I only wear two pieces of jewellery besides my watch. My aunts necklace, and a ring that on it there’s written ‘God is Love’
  14. I’ve been wearing glasses since the age of 3.
  15. I love cooking. The more elaborate the happier I am. I love challenges.

  16. I love writing, doing cards for Birthday’s, Christmas ect… I  believe that doing something for others needs input of time and thought. I like giving others something special that’s coming from the heart.
  17. I sleep with a quilt on even in summer. I feel too much cold.
  18. I hate sandals and don’t even own one.
  19. I take too much work, more than I can handle. I love pushing myself to the limit.
  20. I’m terrified of insects, cockroaches and any creepy crawly.
These are my 20 facts. What about you? Comment below and let me know what you like :)

Also, if you'd like me to write about a particular topic, or just want to talk to me, e-mail me on - 
seramartina@hotmail.com 

Till next time - Keep well :)

Sera :) xx


Saturday 11 July 2015

Day 1 - My Blog's Name


To say the truth, my blog came to be out of me being sick and stuck at home. I love writing, and I’ve always wanted to start one but never had the guts in doing so. Hence being sick was the kick-start to my blog.

I named my blog ‘The thunder is here’. Those who already read some of my previous posts know that I love winter. Thunder and Lightning are my favourite part of winter, especially during the night as I can curl up on the couch with 3 quilts on top of me and a cup of tea or coffee and either just study or ready a book, until of course it gets too scary and I decided to hit the sack.

Thunder makes me feel comfortable in even realising my true emotions, and I wanted this blog to be as true as possible, hence thunder = truth, as all I’m writing over here is coming from the heart.

Also, I didn’t only want to write on a particular topic, and I guess naming my blog like that, managed to give that brief impression.

Else, I do not think that there is any more significance of my blog’s name; apart from the fact that I love wintery aspects.

What about you?
Do you have blog? If so, leave me a link of your blog in the comments section and I will check them all out. :)
Also, why did you name your blog that way?

If you’d like me to write on a particular topic or just want to talk to me, e-mail me on –
I will reply to all of you. :)

Till next post – Keep well :)


Sera :)

Friday 10 July 2015

30 Day Challenge

I've been reading many blogs, and this 30 Day challenge, seemed to appeal to me more. I do like to know more about the people writing the amazing blogs, so I decided to give it a go. From tomorrow 30 days, I'll be finishing this 30 day challenge.


If anyone would like to join, feel free to do so. :) I would love to know more about you :) . Also please, leave the link of your blog in the comment sections, or else just e-mail me on - seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time - Keep well :)

Sera :)

Thursday 9 July 2015

What holds me together – Faith

As a practicing Catholic since I was born, one thing that always held me together inside is my religion. God has been my rock in every moment of my life. There were times were I wanted to end it all, where I wanted to give up, but knowing that there is Someone Bigger and Stronger than me and that is Perfect, Omnipotent and ready to forgive me at any moment and be there for me in all difficult times, made me stay here. Believing in God and forming a real conversation with Him made me feel a little stronger and warm inside.

I know that many of you don’t believe in God, or aren’t Catholic, but having some kind of religion in general, that we believe in completely without needing any scientific evidence, does give us a sense of serenity in our hearts.

When I was 14 years old, I tried committing suicide. I was bullied a lot in school (apart from the other problems I was dealing with), to the point where I didn’t want to live anymore. But something held me here. Deep down in my heart, I knew that God had something for me. I knew that God was with me. But I felt alone. So I wanted to take out the plug, and I almost managed. Sometimes I regret that it didn’t happen. But then I remember again that in my heart God is there to help me through everything.

During those times, the only people that seemed to help were the teachers, doctors and nurses. My teachers have been very helpful and they made it possible for me to continue my lessons without any distractions. Doctors and nurses talked to me and tried to convince me that although the severe bullying was hard, someday it will end. They kept telling to hold on and never give up because that was temporary, and Death is… well… Permanent.

Coming from a science student where I need tangible proof to believe anything, by Laws, and mechanisms, sounds silly. But I believe in God, and I don’t think that I could have arrived to where I am here today. God has been and will always be everything to me.  I think having Faith in God despite no evidence except the Bible and what the church states, has given me another perspective in life. Of course, I’m still trying to find my place in this world, and trying to figure out myself, but I know that God will never leave me alone.

God is what keeps me together.

What about you? Do you believe in God? And what does keep you together? I would like to hear from you, so comment ahead. :)

Also, if you’d like to contact me, do so on my e-mail – seramartina@hotmail.com . Also, if you want me to write about a particular topic, just e-mail me, even if you want to talk or need a shoulder. :)

Sera  :)


Wednesday 8 July 2015

Ten Guilty Pleasures



According to http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=guilty+pleasure, guilty pleasures are defined as something that we shouldn’t like but like either way. I have many of those, and sometimes do consider myself as weird. Luckily, my friends happened to share many of my interests which is what makes us closer in our weird likings.

Despite guilty pleasures shouldn’t be liked, what makes them like this, and why should they remain guilty pleasures and not something that we simply like doing?

Let’s get to the chase. These are my top 10 guilty pleasures

1.       Eating raw coffee beans

From my previous blog on Coffee – a Luxury or a need, you can all see that I love coffee. This doesn’t stop there. It’s not the first time that I bought raw coffee beans and chewed on them as a morning or even midnight snack. Their crunchy feeling, their bitter taste – that is what I look for, and although I shouldn’t like them, I still do.

2.       Pimple popping and blackhead extraction

It’s a natural process that a human body undergoes – the production of blackheads and pimples. I find nothing more appealing and self-fulfilling then watching pimples and blackheads being popped or taking them out myself. It’s not the first time that my family asks me to remove theirs, and you would find me there to do that job.

3.       Smelling Ammonia and Phenol

Those that have taken chemistry during sometime of their lives, know that during lab sessions, the odours never stop. For me, lab sessions where the best times of the week, and I never exited a lab without smelling phenol or ammonia. They give me a rush and now that I don’t have any more lab sessions left, I actually do miss them.

4.       Visiting ‘ratemypoop.com’

Yes, you read that correctly. Whilst some flush down the toilet immediately as they defecate, others remain staring at their handy work and take a picture of their masterpiece, posting it online for us admirers to rate their work. It may sound disgusting, and it is, but there’s something about this disgust that makes me want to keep viewing this website.

5.       Parodies instead of the music video

Parodies are the most videos that I do await after the music video would have been released. It takes few plays of the parody for me to learn it, then exactly as the proper song is played, you’d find me singing the parody instead.

6.       Eating Ice

Yepps, the cold sensation and that sharp pain in my teeth is what I look for when eating ice. It doesn’t take long to crush them with my teeth to have the full effect.

7.       Drinking coffee with a straw or teaspoon

I don’t know why but drinking either tea or coffee with a teaspoon or straw makes it seem to last longer and even taste better. It’s a psychological thing, but it still feels so real.

8.       Opening cans

Whenever my mother wants to open a can or a tin or a jar of any kind, I always ask to do the honours. I enjoy watching the tin cut in a proper, nice and sleek way.

9.       Holding cold things with my bare hands

The sharp pain that goes to my elbow is what I look for. I enjoy that rush and always look for it.

10.   Watching other people eat large meals

I think the fact that watching other people eat makes me feel as if I’m eating it myself, hence I feel full without having to touch that particular food.

These are my top 10 guilty pleasures. What are yours? I would love to hear yours.

I'd love to hear from you and if you do want me to write about a particular topic, please e-mail me on seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next entry - keep well :)

Sera :)

Tuesday 7 July 2015

Coffee - A luxury or a need?



The fresh coffee beans brewing early in the morning. That sharp bitter taste of espresso. That rush you get when caffeine hits your system, and that little smile that curls up your lips when you get your much needed fix. 

It is estimated that 50% of the population, equivalent to 150 million Americans, drink espresso, cappuccino, latte, or iced/cold coffees.


In Malta, it’s nothing less. Café stores are filled with customers from around 6am, and during office break times, customers double or even triple, but do we truly need the caffeine fix or is it because of habit?

I for one, am a coffee lover. You’d find me reaching for my caffeine fix even when I don’t need it. It’s more of a love, or habit that I think makes me reach for that constant cup daily. For instance, today it has been my 6th cup of Nescafe Espresso Rich and Short, and 5th cup of Green Tea. I’m stuck at home sick for quite some time, and I guess the only thing that kept me going is fixing my blog, and reaching for that cup.

Looking at the picture of my cup makes me want to get another one (which I did). Caffeine is a drug and it doesn’t come without any side-effects. I tend to abuse it on a daily basis, especially during school days, when days seem short and material to work on and study seems too much. Some of the negative side effects include –

  • Insomnia and/or sleeplessness
  • Anxiety symptoms
  • Depleted calcium and iron levels in women 
  • High Blood Pressure and Indigestion
  • Restlessness
  • Irritability
  • Heartburn
  • Headaches (sometimes severe)
  • Rapid heartbeat
  • Nausea


But besides these, caffeine does come with advantages as well. Such as –

  • Increased muscle strength.
  • Increased metabolism by breaking down fat, freeing fatty acids and forcing them to be burned. (Caffeine is the most active ingredient in many diet pills.)
  • Increased pain relief medication effects.
  • Increased mental faculty.
  • Reduction in asthma symptoms.


Of course, despite knowing all it’s disadvantages, nothing stops me from still consuming that daily fix. It’s summer over here, meaning that as I mentioned in my previous blog entry, exams are over and it’s holiday time, where I can afford to lay of it, but caffeine withdrawal symptoms aren’t amusing.  According to http://www.disabled-world.com/artman/publish/caffeine.shtml symptoms can begin as soon as 12 hours after your last cup, depending on the amount of caffeine your body is used to.
In my case, I have experienced these symptoms under the 7th hour. Some of the symptoms associated with withdrawal include

  • Restlessness
  • Irritability
  • Anxiety
  • Headaches (even migraines)
  • Muscle stiffness
  • Chills and/or hot spells.


Unfortunately, I’ve experienced all of these, which is what keeps me from stopping caffeine. I’ve been working on cutting down, or trying decaf, but why take coffee if it’s decaf? In my perspective, I do not see any reason why I should take decaf coffee. I find it a waste of taste and use of coffee.

Some, like me, may also abuse caffeine due its primary affect as an appetite suppressant,
which aids in weight loss. I will further open on this in my next blog entry, but it made  me think, how an over the .. I was going to say "counter", but that usually applies for pharmacies.. coffee is available into every store, mall or supermarket, even in cafes and restaurant. I myself order coffee before going out to eat or anything. I believe that it keeps in check with what I order. I sometimes replace meals with coffee, which I know is wrong, but I still do it anyway… and this does make me think, because I’ve known this since I was about 9 years old, and children today are more advance. 


Hence, my question, what is the reason you guys use coffee for, and do you think that kids today are more self-conscious about how they look ?
And this does bring me back to the question. Is coffee a luxury or a need?

E-mail me on – seramartina@hotmail.com , for discussions on this topic and any ideas you’d like me to write about.

Also, comment and voice your thoughts. I’d like to hear all of you.

Till next entry – Keep well :)


Sera :)

Monday 6 July 2015

Laxative Abuse

It has been a shitty day, and I don't even know where my head is at the moment. All I know is that I couldn't do anything about it, and impulsively I took laxatives.

Obviously, the recommend dosage didn't seem like it was enough for the moment (sarcasm). So I decided to take 4 times the recommended dose. I know that tomorrow I'm going to be in so much pain, but that doesn't bother me. I think it even sets my mind at rest. I know that a bad day doesn’t justify a bad decision, but… I don’t know…

It's 22.51 right now, and yet I'm still here contemplating whether I should take more, or just leave it at that. Knowing that I'm going to feel pain tomorrow makes me feel better emotionally. I think that the cramps I'll be feeling, would be substituting any kind of self harm. In reality that is true. I've been self harming since the age of 9. When I was even younger, from the age of 3, I used to enjoy peeling my own skin and lips until they bleed. I don't know if that counts as self harm, but it always made me feel better, calmer, and a little happier. I guess it was my relief. Only it wasn't enough, because soon the cutting and burning started.

Today, self-harm has decreased to a very minimum, but I still need to feel that rush.
Wow, I think I'm rambling a little today.

It was just a shitty day. There are so many things that I can’t get my head around. There are so many things that I can’t keep hold of. And yet, I’m still here, trying to find a reason.

And I was wondering. Does anybody abuse laxatives occasionally? Or is it more of a frequent use? Do you binge purge? Or just restrict? Or is the restriction combined with laxative abuse and excessive exercise?
I’d love to hear from you.


Hopefully, tomorrow will be better.

Please comment and e-mail me with your suggestions and anything that you would like to tell me or want me to write about on
seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next time – Keep Well :)

Sera :)

Saturday 4 July 2015

Something I lost...

As a child, I was always so keen on keeping track of everything and anything I was doing. That meant that I even had to keep track of everything I did, experience or even owned, hence material things were always placed and easily found. It was one thing that my parents always loved about me. They used to come to me when they were to search their own things. I made it a must to have this perfectionistic way of living, but this still made me lose a very important thing.

Due to circumstances, I had to grow up fast and care for my younger sister from a very early age of 6. I always tried to be a grown up, and it worked. At that age, I wanted to be taken seriously, especially as I had to be the responsible one, but today, looking back, I realise that I did lose something very important. I lost my childhood. It slipped right through my fingers and I don't know where the time went.

My loss was to various other things besides having to take care of my younger sister. Primarily school. In my previous blog entry I wrote about how I always felt lonely and the only thing that helped were books. It is true, because that made me escape, and block many things, but today, I wish I had those moments where I could actually be a kid, where I could mess up a little and be okay with it.

When I was younger, I used to await my birthdays dearly, until I was around 11/12 years old. There is where I started dreading them. Although I was already responsible and able to take my own decisions, growing older made it seem more real. It made me feel that I had to always be more and more responsible in whatever I do, and the more birthdays that come, the more scared I get, because it means that I do have to settle someday. Career wise I've already set my mind to what I want to achieve, but in other aspects of my life, things seem to be very hazy.

I would like a break or a pause of this fast on going life. I would love to go back to that child like state, and stay there. I would love to go back to the time where family was more bonded together than today.

It's another thing that I hated when I grew up. My family grew further apart when 4 people of the family died. It took a toll on all of us, and I don't like it how things presently are, but I guess that's the flow of things.

My younger sister and I already made a pact to try our best in not growing apart. We're trying to prepare ourselves the best way we could in accepting that in reality we are growing up and we can do nothing to stop this process.

Kids today are living in a lifestyle that is constantly on going. In my country especially, due to the large competition in entering the only single university we own, kids are put under extreme pressure to get the highest marks. Since 3 years of age, we start kindergarten. In my time, we used to learn how to write, maths, sentence formation, ect... and had exams since that time.  Today things have changed a little and it's more of a playschool. But once kids reach grade 3, they have to undergo a large transition to adapt to the vast 6 syllabi of 6 different subjects in primary school whilst in secondary school we have to take 11/12 subjects in total.

Exams here are tougher due to this competition to divide students into those who are A from B or Pass from Fail. These labels are assigned with few mark differences, which is not fair, because it's making school tougher than it actually is and some kids are even giving up and putting themselves down before even getting to secondary school. Others on the other hand, just like me, may set up high standards for themselves, and won't get a minute rest unless they achieve their goals. Both approaches aren't the best, but the medial is even tougher to achieve.

Childhood is the best part of life that I would like to get back, but to my disappointment, I will never have it back.

In conclusion to this blog, what is the most precious and important thing that you have lost in your life? I would love to hear your views and thoughts about this topic.

Please comment and e-mail me with your suggestions and anything that you would like to tell me or want me to write about on

Till next time – Keep Well :)

Sera :)


Friday 3 July 2015

Loneliness - Reality or just a feeling?

We may log on facebook, instagram, or any social network that are filled with virtual friends. Some may be real friends, whilst others may just be present for number. I can relate to that. I do have very few friends that don't require both hands to count that I talk online almost on a daily basis, and that are real. Due to our busy lives, we find it hard to manage to find a suitable time to meet, so social networks, chats and even text messaging proved to be very helpful in keeping contact.

Although this does take off some of the toll, the experience of face to face communication is constantly being missed. Some messages could be even taken in a double meaning whilst chatting, proving that we may have taken a step backwards rather than forwards.

But in reality, despite chatting and everything, many still feel lonely. I am one of these people. I do feel left out in many aspects which resulted in me not having the best coping mechanisms, and just like me, there are other people with the same experience. 

Feelings of loneliness may also be accompanied by feelings of emptiness, dullness and even sadness. Speaking from primary experience, I can totally say that these feelings combined together may leave you defeated to the point where you keep withdrawing back and asking yourself whether you do actually matter - to anyone really - family, friends ect...

I wanted to numb all these feelings; hence I took more work than I could actually do. This meant extra lessons, extra tuition, extra subjects. It left me with no energy, but at least I could escape into my world of books, as they require no communication skills. Right?

Books have been my escape – you would always find my face buried in one, whether I’m waiting for a doctor’s appointment, for a contact hour at school, at the grocery whilst waiting in line... I studied day and night. Did more extra work to the point that my own teacher couldn't keep up with the corrections. In all honesty, I didn't mind at all. What mattered to me was that I was pushing myself to the utmost limit; that I was working hard and filling all my time, and blocking every thought that hurt me. It worked for around 11 months, but now that I finished all my exams, those feelings are resurfacing back up again. I've been trying to block things by reading more books, reading various research, starting this blog, but unfortunately, that empty feeling still lingers.

I don't use the word hate, but I have to say that I do hate feeling like this, and at times I do hate myself. It's probably a repercussion of all these feelings joined together.

In addition to all of this, I'm sure that many teenagers and adults do have the same feelings and probably think that they are alone, but I can assure you that you are not.

I have to take my own advice here, but do try to let yourself be more open and accept that you are not meant to be alone. I've been trying to convince myself that maybe that is my destiny, being alone. In fact a very close friend of mine once told me that we should choose kittens, because we might be cat ladies... But I don't want to be that, so I'm trying to make some small constant changes towards a better future, and I encourage all of you out there to never give up and always hope for the best.

Things may be and are hard right now, but it will get better… Slowly... But it will. You just have to persevere.


In conclusion, I would like to get back to the question. What is your view? Is loneliness just a feeling or a real thing?

I'd love to hear from you and if you do want me to write about a particular topic, please e-mail me on seramartina@hotmail.com

Till next entry - keep well :)


Sera :)

Thursday 2 July 2015

Mental Illnesses - Accepted or not?

This is a different entry than all others, but I thought it's very important to touch this topic. It's a very personal sensitive topic, so I'm going to be much more cautious.

It has been a widespread topic that made almost everyone cringe (generalizing a little) when mentioning depression, OCD ect.. But truly, what are they?

Although the exact cause of most mental illnesses is not known, it is becoming clear through research that many of these conditions are caused by a combination of genetic, biological, psychological, and environmental factors -- not personal weakness or a character defect -- and recovery from a mental illness is not simply a matter of will and self-discipline, And the DSM V aids in a better psychological diagnosis.


Unfortunately society doesn't talk freely about these things, due to the fear of being discriminated, judged and sometimes even teased, so people tend to deviate more into their bubble and remain there, because that's the only safe place.

Families tend to be very helpful if they are included or involved. Of course, not everyone has that luxury. I for one can relate to that. My own family holds stigma towards any kind of mental illness, so we all decide to never talk about them, but I had decided to follow my own path.

Things seemed to get out of hand especially when I couldn't keep it together during exams, which resulted in me repeating the year as unfortunately I failed two subjects, and mind you, it has been one hell of a year. Especially because I'm usually an A student.

Some teachers seem to be very helpful, and take their job seriously, especially when students are involved.  My biology teacher happened to be one of these, and he suggested that I should talk to someone. I must admit, that actually admitting that I needed help proved to be more nerve wrecking then anything. I always wanted to do things alone and figure things out alone, but a very strong and loving person that unfortunately isn't here anymore once told me that 'admitting that you need help is what makes you strong'. And that is what I did. After reconsidering a million times, and trying to put it off for months, I finally decided to knock on the door of my school counselor.

Fortunately enough, I did find help, and not getting too personal (as I'm still working on things, and would like to keep therapy session confidentiality), I managed to resit for each and every exam in a different attitude. Of course during our sessions, we discovered that the panic attacks during exams happen to be the result of many deeper things (which again I will leave there due to therapy confidentiality).

Besides my school counselor, I managed to find support from my friends, and family when it came to exams especially. I pushed it to the utmost limit. Studying non stop and sleeping as little as 2/3 hours a day. Unfortunately this took a little of a toll physically, but I made it, and am working harder towards recovery.

My message to you today, is to please, do speak up, because your opinion is valuable to the world, and whoever and wherever you are, the world does want to hear you if you give it the chance. I feel a little hypocritical saying this, because I do hold back a lot, but I'm working on it.

Due to my family's stigma towards mental illnesses, I decided to leave them out of the loop, which hopefully will still help me. But please, if there's anyone out there that feels that needs help, or know that they need help, please do speak up – to counsellors, psychologists, spiritual guidance, or even family if you're comfortable. But never be ashamed of who you are, because I'm sure as hell that anyone that's reading this, has something to offer to the world.

In conclusion, I would like to reinforce to always seek professional help if there is the need. There are many people like me that love to motivate others and provide positive reinforcement, but I'm no specialist.

So back to the starting question - are mental illnesses more accepted or not?

Please comment and e-mail me with your suggestions and anything that you would like to tell me or want me to write about on
seramartina@hotmail.com

Keep well :)

Till next time :)


Sera :)