I write, though not as often as I wish.
I write about my eating disorder and my recovery from the same. I write about mental health. I write about the stray thoughts that pop into my head, though only some. Secrets can be a good thing. I even write poetry, though that occurs seldom.
I publish regularly or when I feel like it. I do best when I’m participating in one of the WP challenges: it seems I need an external whip.
Within the mental illness family, I focus on anxiety, depression, OCD, PTSD, and addiction (including the aforementioned eating disorder). Should you say “focus” when it’s a big list? Anyway, I like to stick to areas of personal experience.
I don’t always remember to add trigger warnings. I’ve always known who was responsible for my intake and subsequent reaction. Me, in case you’re confused. People are keen to offload the responsibility for personal choice these days: I don’t love it. I also don’t love the “kids today” sentiment that makes me sound crotchety.
I self-published a collection of essays from my blog. I included the ten most popular pieces: the book thus became mostly about eating disorders. It’s available in e-book and paperback, and it’s priced to sell. If you pick up a copy, I’d love a review. Especially one that’s kind.
Have a wonderful day and thanks for stopping by. 💜