mental illnesses steal your life
i almost exploded into a million pieces a little over three decades ago. things happened, and the traumatic events, along with genetics, my nature, and certain environmental factors combined and together almost broke me apart. i’ve spent most of my life since then trying to contain and mitigate the damage in a variety of ways, some of them extremely negative. i’m a stubborn person and … Continue reading mental illnesses steal your life
my clothes are mean to me
my clothes are mean to me. i’m not sure why i invited them into my home. what possessed me to give cupboard space to such bullies and liar? Continue reading my clothes are mean to me
i want in recovery what they’ve got
“a few pounds shouldn’t make such a difference but they do, to me. to my perception of how i look and how that will be judged by the world.” Continue reading i want in recovery what they’ve got
balanced
i read a book years ago in which the author used the term “balanced” to refer to a character who was poised at the edge of a mental breakdown. i’ve always considered it a remarkably appropriate term. Continue reading balanced
