Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
"I was driving home the other day when I had an epiphany – I don’t have to live my life for other people. This isn’t a new thought and it’s certainly not unique. It’s an idea I’ve been exposed to repeatedly but have failed to execute; however, there, on the side of the road as I pulled the mail out of the mailbox, it came to me again and this time I felt it in my bones. Suddenly, it seemed visceral."
"trigger warning – self harm
I’m standing at a fork in the road and I’m paralyzed. It’s a pretty big fork, with plenty of places for me to play. I don’t play well with others a lot of the time so I’m here alone, which is unfortunate since the games I play when I’m by myself and feeling distressed generally involve some form of self-harm. This explains the half inch hole that I’ve dug in my chin that’s now infected..."
i can feel the changes coming as the pressure builds inside my chest, deep in my soul. i rage against the inevitable, a racing writhing that leaves me confused and frantic, desperate to escape. misery grows as i acquiesce. walking in footsteps not my own causes pain and damage, strips me bare, leaves me angry.... Continue Reading →
"I was having an imaginary conversation with some imaginary strangers while sitting on my deck this morning. This is not entirely unusual; I often have imaginary conversations with imaginary people about contentious topics..."
From Famine to Feast. 