I’m on a road.
I’m on a road that stretches so far off into the distance, I can’t see the end. I’ve heard tell that once I get there, life will be better. I’ve heard the trip’s a challenge, but the destination makes it worthwhile. I’m told that once I get there, things’ll be alright. Once I get down the road, I’ll be calm, grounded, and fully me. They tell … Continue reading I’m on a road.
You should just.
(November 29, 2017) A guarantee: if the sentence starts with “you should just,” what comes after nothing you want to hear. “Should” is on the evil side. “Just” implies an ease of execution that’s often disconnected from reality. When you put them together, they create a phrase guaranteed to generate misery. It’s a safe bet that anyone struggling with mental illness has been presented with … Continue reading You should just.
Letting the eating disorder go.
(November 15, 2017) Recovering from an eating disorder is hard work. Recovery is a daily slog, tiring as hell, and the desire to quit the second you start is ever-present. Complaining reminds me that I’m blessed: I’m still here. Too many others I’ve known and cared for haven’t been as lucky. Unfortunately, it also sets off repeating rounds of self-criticism. According to my eating disorder, … Continue reading Letting the eating disorder go.
Hotel rooms are dangerous places.
(November 12, 2017) Trigger warning: blunt discussion of eating disorder behaviors. My history with hotel rooms is complicated. They’re great when I’m on vacation with others. I have other hotel stories in my past, however. I don’t like revisiting my past, but I’m learning that if I don’t own it, forgive myself for it, and let it go, I’ll get pulled back into the pit. … Continue reading Hotel rooms are dangerous places.
