Posts about, among other things, mental illness, mental health, and recovery.
I forgot about the blog I created on Blogger. How does that happen? I remembered to connect my Tumblr, including my efforts at immortality via (weak) poetry, when I started on WordPress, but Blogger, by then, had slipped entirely from my mind. I feel bad about that: I had all the love at one point in time. I maintain my Tumblr prose page via the … Continue reading Forgotten writings.
I tend to leak tears when I’m angry, upset, or frustrated: it’s one of the most annoying things about being female. It even trumps the random black hairs that show up on my chin. [i] There you are, making a point, presenting a rebuttal, or holding your space when suddenly, your voice cracks. You sniff because your nose has started to run. You realize tears … Continue reading Sneaky science: tears and congestion.
Originally posted on From Famine to Feast:
https://fromfaminetofeast-eatingdisordersandrecovery.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/04/stock-vector-silhouette-of-very-sad-young-man-sitting-alone-on-white-background-depressed-young-man-sitting-556754704.jpg i feel like i’m perched on the edge of a blade, balanced there. it’s fragile, and tenuous, and there are circling monsters all around. it would take little to send me over and i’m tired. i’m so tired of the fight. it’s fatiguing when you’ve been fighting for years, and you do all the right things, and… Continue reading On the edge of a knife .
I still get props, and I still don’t like it. I mean, on the one hand, props. On the other hand, props? I think I’m ambivalent because the praise isn’t for world-stopping thighs or brilliant prose. It’s for nothing in particular, in fact, and relates not at all to anything special. That this is not a new rant is simply proof that the problem of … Continue reading Props for the mundane, and stop it.
