Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
The week between Christmas and New Year's is a hard one. Work sucks, there's the inevitable post-celebration letdown, and the family and friend lovefest is likely starting to wear. Unless you're a sitcom family - they do seasonal well. Family Ties My ambivalence is being made worse by the cold front that's descended: it's hard... Continue Reading →
My relationship with Christmas is, as it is with most things, complicated. I enjoy knowing, however, that this time of year is, regardless of faith, one of love, forgiveness, and renewal. Merry Christmas. Happy New Year. And to all a good night. Shutterstock. Vectorstock. Royalbaloo. Deseret. Vintage. Thomas Kinkade.
it would make a scene, I suspect, if I caused among those who are surrounding me the kind of pain I carry (not to brag, she said with false humility, but there’s a fair bit trapped inside) (and honestly, they own much of it). the blood spatter, however, would make extra work for... Continue Reading →
December 2019 was two years ago, and that doesn't seem right. Are we sure it hasn't been twenty years? I was recovering from surgery and following stories about wildfires in Australia, never imagining what was to come. A world buried in smoke was forgotten as a microscopic virus emerged and proceeded to kick our asses,... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 