* Eating disorders are easily-triggered bastards. I’ve realized that this is because it doesn’t want me to have information that might help. Articles and stories about eating disorder recovery tend to make those of us suffering very uncomfortable. I often called “bullshit” on the information within. I also didn’t sit with uncomfortable feelings well. It would lead to an increase in anxiety and an explosion … Continue reading Eating disorders destroy the gut.
Life is full of lessons and you have to work hard to not learn them. I’ve done that in the past, but I’m going in a different direction now. It was my birthday yesterday. Some remembered and some forgot. I forgot myself until my son’s girlfriend reminded me mid-week. The chaos of ill parents and a life in flux put it far from my mind, … Continue reading Life lessons.
An eating disorder is like a mushroom. What you see is only a piece: the interesting stuff happens below the surface. [i] It would be better if an eating disorder was like a parfait. Everybody loves parfait. And while my bulimia hides its secrets like a fairy ring, it lives and dies by rules. The list of things you can’t do is not only legion … Continue reading What if you could?
I don’t think my hippocampus is back online yet. They get testy, and will sometimes go on strike when the world is stressful and the hits won’t stop coming. I’ve had so many hits, my soul probably looks like a patchwork quilt of impact craters. On the bright side, I didn’t fall back on old and harmful patterns of coping. Bad habits can be broken. … Continue reading Recovery isn’t a race.
From Famine to Feast. 