“…I’m not ready to change, my eating disorder tells me. I’m not perfect yet.
My depression concurs since it’s decided to act up too, and where my depression goes, my anxiety follows. So, basically, I’m a big ball of triggered with the potential for some self-harm thrown in.
December is hard…”
“What do you want?
That’s a horrifying question. When someone asks me that, I turn into something that resembles a deer in headlights. I have no idea what to say. I prefer other questions, easier ones, like “what’s the meaning of life?”
“When trying to change a behaviour, it can be helpful to write a pro and con list. I plan to change things up in my life over the next little bit and my diet is an excellent place to start…”
“Today is one of the few days that I didn’t have to look up at the calendar to check the date, because today is the day that my son turns nineteen. It’s a strange milestone; I’m filled with pride and also a little grief because there is no longer any disputing it – my son has grown up…”