When I split from my son’s father, the lawyer gave me a piece of advice. Not unsolicited – I’d asked him how long it would take before I felt better. He told me that in his experience. it took about half the time of the relationship to pass before people felt fully disconnected from it. This didn’t mean that I didn’t move on. But damned … Continue reading If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.
it happens against my wishes at times since my heart is determined to embrace bleakness and despairing too often, but the feet have a will of their own. a bit of base, a crash of drums, some keyboard and guitar; mingling melodies that vibrate and transmute until all is movement. the head dips and the shoulders roll, the torso swivels in counterpoint to the hips, … Continue reading dancing
I was eleven when the eating disorder that had been stalking me succeeded in capture. Eleven years old and convinced that all the wrong feelings, fears, and insecurities would vanish if I could just get thin enough for perfection and protection. I knew I would be proud of myself when that day came, and why not? Who wouldn’t love perfection? I was promised a multimodal … Continue reading Embracing eating disorder recovery.
How do you feel about guilt? I’m not a fan, but it’s useful when it’s not overly abundant. Too bad too much is so often. What’s guilt got to do with it? I call myself the Queen of Guilt though I’m aware there are pretenders to the throne. Guilt is among the most ubiquitous of our emotions. We start feeling guilty young and we keep … Continue reading Got Guilt?
From Famine to Feast 