I published a book. I’m immortal now, like Ozymandias. [i] I’ll exist long after the last tree has fallen and the last river has turned to dust. Or not. I have seller’s remorse. The temptation to log onto my account and undo what’s been done is enormous: that this mirrors bulimia, the theme of the …
I don’t currently do therapy and haven’t had a lot of success with it in the past, but I’m very pro-therapy in general. I’ve picked up a collection of therapy tools from CBT, DBT, and various others that are handy to pull out of the toolbox as needed. 28 more wordsTherapy Tools for Mental Health — …
I like the delete button. It solves the anxiety that comes when a piece is out of control and heading off the rails. I couldn’t make it do what I wanted. It was a literary teenager, all sulky and willful. Select all and goodbye. I don’t want to write about the arguments I have with …
A good, “behind the scenes” look at eating disorders with some resource recommendations if you’re struggling. Openness is vital for recovery. Eating disorders love darkness and secrecy. They don’t want anyone to know, they don’t want any challenges.
The first step, reaching out, is so hard. It’s also very worth it.
Eeeek! I have so many beautiful things to share with you guys today. One of them being, my lovely friend Emily Formea.
Emily is a 24 year old who grew up in Alton, IL and now lives in Boston, MA. She is an Author, Podcaster, Content Creator, YouTuber, and Coach who specializes in eating disorders and eating disorder recovery. On top of these passions, Emily also works a 9-5 as a Recruiting Executive Assistant through a firm that focuses on improving the virtual experience children have while learning. She finds this work to be a worthy and rewarding cause.
Believe it or not, Emily and I have actually never met. However, the friendship I’ve cultivated with her through social media is one I will forever treasure. Although our stories are unique to our individual experiences and struggles, Emily and I both know what it’s like to battle perfection, anxiety, and…
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Darkly, tragically beautiful.
Another pebble hurled at her
Like they toss pebbles
In a pond
And watch ripples blooming
Just for amusement
She catches it
Tucks it in her pocket
And pulls her shawl
Tight around her
Like it was a metal armor
With a heavier pocket
And faster steps
She hastens back home
On broken pavements
Of vile streets
They watch her like hawks
Waiting for her patience to crack
And agony to brim out of her eyes
Little did they know
Few stones into the pelting
She ran out of all her tears
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