Few choices are binary.
When you grow up, you realize that little in life is an either-or proposition. Except for Nazis. Nazis are always bad. If you’re in a group that also welcomes Nazis and you stay and still think you’re a good person and not a Nazi, think again. Every rule needs an exception. Most binary choices are related to really bad things. Even then, the choice is … Continue reading Few choices are binary.
Apple fritters for breakfast.
I don’t like doughnuts. I find them greasy and mostly unsatisfying. I wonder if I’d have developed an affection for them if I hadn’t developed an eating disorder. Foods like doughnuts are forbidden. They’re empty calories that will definitely make you fatter than you are. You eat a doughnut when you have an eating disorder, and your brain will lecture you about that personal failure … Continue reading Apple fritters for breakfast.
I don’t work for other people anymore.
First trigger warning. This post is going to discuss suicide attempts and PTSD. I went shopping with a friend last Friday. We hit the mall and Costco, starting with lunch out. I spent too much, which I tend to do when I’m with her. Competition and compensation hurt the bank balance. On the bright side, it’s Visa’s money. Plus, there was a sale on … Continue reading I don’t work for other people anymore.
So much gratitude.
WordPress is one of the few places I can be fully me. It’s an odd, being somewhat anonymous while also being, if you choose, incredibly open. Or, at least, more open than is my nature in the real world. It makes me happy to be here, to read what other people write, to pop in on people sharing similar stories and struggles. In the early … Continue reading So much gratitude.
From Famine to Feast 