sharing words you found profound
“The events of my life are like the rolling of the waves, the changing of the tide, the shifting of the wind – they contain no judgment.” Continue reading sharing words you found profound
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 💜
rats
“the world is spinning too fast.
the requirements are piling up and
pressing me down, while my
wants and wishes are shunted off to the side…” Continue reading rats
going it alone
“last night i watched two episodes of “the great british baking show” on my pvr and ate leftover baked macaroni and cheese in front of the television for dinner, because i could. i skulked around on social media and made a bit of noise before crawling into bed without getting undressed. i brushed my teeth, but only because my eating disorder has left me dentally impaired and i try to bestow appropriate levels of care and attention on the ones that remain. i slept in the centre of the bed, with the cat at my feet, and i didn’t have to engage in a discussion with anyone on whether the window should be open or closed.” Continue reading going it alone
no more summer sprinklers
“i miss the sounds of sprinklers running, splashing against houses and leaves, and soaking everything in their path. i realized, as i sat outside on a very warm evening smoking a cigarette, which yes, i know is bad for me, that i almost never hear sprinklers anymore.” Continue reading no more summer sprinklers
