Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
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. Everybody loves recovery. Just saying. And while my bulimia hides its secrets like a fairy ring, it lives... Continue Reading →
An “off-the-cuff” entry. It’s been a while. [i] I started today with a near-panic attack which sounds like a good thing to everyone who doesn’t suffer from panic attacks. “Near” is still gross. I couldn’t find my purse this morning. I wanted yesterday’s receipts to record in my ledger. [ii] This is the problem when... Continue Reading →
Compliance. A noun. The practice of obeying rules or requests of those in authority. To comply. The verb. To obey the rule or request. Compliant. The adjective. The quality of being too willing to obey the rules or agree to requests in hopes that it will get you the desired result. It won’t and if... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, the blog feels like a gentle prod. Other times, it feels like a four by four swinging at me. Get something done here. Engage. Write. She's very aggressive. Kind of a nag. Perhaps an update about works in progress will appease whatever gene sequence turned on when I pressed publish the first time? It's... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 