i see you
“i see you.
i see your face and the muscles of your jaw,
and the way your teeth sit loosely in your gums,
too big for your face.” Continue reading i see you
Author: Michelle
I've lived with mental illness my whole life. I walk hand-in-hand with my neuroses these days, and sometimes I write about what that's like for me. I prefer the peaceful coexistence of détente to the open warfare of the past.
I'm also in recovery from an eating disorder that ate decades of my life, pun intended. It's been hard: recovery is very much a walk through hell - the rainbows, puppies, and chocolate fountains come later - but it's worth it. Recovery lets you have the life the eating disorder promises and lies about 💜
My eating disorder.
~trigger warning – eating disorders~ You got up this morning, stretched, and staggered into the kitchen. Depending on your preference, you waited impatiently for coffee or tea before getting started on your morning routine. You showered, got dressed, and got ready to face the day, at work or at home. Maybe breakfast, maybe not. Lunchtime rolled around, and you were hungry, so you grabbed some … Continue reading My eating disorder.
random acts of kindness
“i think people undervalue kindness. it’s a characteristic i try to hold front and centre, even when i get cut off in traffic by people who are oblivious to the location and function of the turn signal. in part, being kind is a little selfish; i get guilt when i’m unkind and since i hate feeling that way, i take the necessary steps to avoid doing so.” Continue reading random acts of kindness
permanently disabled
“i haven’t been sleeping well of late. it’s an occupational hazard when you have depression; insomnia likes to pop in for a visit from time to time. i head to bed early enough but stay awake ‘til after midnight and sleep fitfully, waking for the final time between four and five in the morning. those are ugly hours; almost nothing good happens then.” Continue reading permanently disabled
