Imaginary death and PTSD.
“i killed my son three times this week, my father twice, and it’s only tuesday. PTSD is a bitch.” Continue reading Imaginary death and PTSD.
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 💜
Recovery and responsibility.
(November 9, 2017 – recovery and responsibility) i have issues with some of the twelve steps. in december of 2014, i entered a recovery facility to deal with my eating disorder and my tendency to abuse benzodiazepines. Ativan, Xanax, Valium – they were my friends. they were an adjunct to my bulimia. they kept my brain quiet and helped me keep the dark thoughts at … Continue reading Recovery and responsibility.
Breakfast with bulimia.
(December 5, 2017) When you’re trying to recover from an eating disorder, part of the challenge is food. How do you eat normally? What does normal look like? Unfortunately, advice abounds. Eat when you’re hungry. Eat on a schedule. Eat what you like. Eat a little of everything. Stop when you’ve had enough. Stop when your plate’s empty. Choose a vegetarian diet. Eat meat. Stick … Continue reading Breakfast with bulimia.
I’m on a road.
I’m on a road that stretches so far off into the distance, I can’t see the end. I’ve heard tell that once I get there, life will be better. I’ve heard the trip’s a challenge, but the destination makes it worthwhile. I’m told that once I get there, things’ll be alright. Once I get down the road, I’ll be calm, grounded, and fully me. They tell … Continue reading I’m on a road.
