recovery and growth, things that interest me, occasional deep-thoughts, and semi-regular poetry
We are one. We have component parts but for us to be whole, they have to work together. Our mind doesn’t function without our body, and our body doesn’t work without our mind. Why, then is it so difficult to get them on the same page? Why do I feel like more than one entity?
"It’s a new year and time for new resolutions. luckily, I didn’t make any; still, those niggling and imperfect behaviours I usually resolve to change are on my mind. Like my caffeine and nicotine use. I didn’t make a new year’s resolution to cut back, but possibly reducing my consumption is something I think about quite often. Instead, it’s the new year and the number of cups I quaff is up, and the smoking is escalating..."
"trapped inside, my feelings seethe about, seeking expression. i don’t know what they are; i can’t name them..."
a child looks on
as voices rant and rail.
a single tear falls
"If you don’t have an eating disorder that requires you to throw up the foods you eat, either regular meals that end badly or binges, you may not understand the thrill that comes from being able to abstain from doing so for protracted periods..."
