I want to be a real boy (girl, actually).
I want to be a real boy. Or girl, in this case. And for me, “real” means whole and cohesive and I’m not. It’s one of the things mental illness does. I’m working on getting it back… Continue reading I want to be a real boy (girl, actually).
Eating quirks, normalcy, and acceptance.
I’ve been gaining weight. I’ve mentioned it here before. I hate it. I’ve mentioned that too. I’m trying to learn to accept it. To be, at my counsellor’s behest, political about my body the way I am about other things. Social justice things. It’s time to start developing a sense of personal justice. It’s time to fight back against the nasty bits and pieces that drove me to develop a disorder that focuses on having the perfect body in order to feel acceptable… Continue reading Eating quirks, normalcy, and acceptance.
A human being is an odd kind of thing.
I’ve been feeling a bit existential of late. It’s annoying. Life is easier when you don’t try to understand the whys and just work on getting through the days in a productive and relatively calm manner. I don’t like it overly-much when I get all navel-gazey. Unfortunately, the questions will not be denied… Continue reading A human being is an odd kind of thing.
No man is an island
An accurate analysis of life; unfortunately, for those who suffer, depression takes a different view.
Depression tells you you’re an island, alone in an uncaring world.
Depression makes you wish you were alone and unencumbered, an island in truth so you could avoid feeling like you’re failing in your responsibilities. Obligations and demands feel so weighty when you’re down…
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From Famine to Feast 