Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
I had a nice little Twitter account up until about a month ago. I like Twitter. It's the internet in miniature. You can search this subject and follow that topic until you have a nicely-curated feed that's far removed from the corrupt horror show that is Facebook.[i] It does tend to be a bit of... Continue Reading →
A great many people live lives full of hate. People think they can compartmentalize it, so it doesn’t infect everything they do, but they’re wrong. It’s a suffocating evil that infects every part of the spirit. I’m impressed by their dedication, though. As I’ve discovered over the last few weeks, hate is hard to sustain;... Continue Reading →
A computer screen is a cruel mirror but then, I already knew the truth about what it was showing. The bags under my eyes are dire. No makeup will hide them: we're talking prosthetic construction, here. I love that I can appreciate moderately funny when I'm full of battle fatigue and rage a fair bit... Continue Reading →
Depression ebbs and flows. You only believe its cyclical nature, however, when you’re trending up. When you’re sinking or at the bottom change seems like a pipe dream: black is all life will ever be. I’m trending up these days. Luckily, I have other issues: perhaps now isn’t the best time to renovate my en... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 