Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
I like spring cleaning. Not the cleaning part, per se. That part is less than thrilling: the first thing that happens after I win the lottery is the hiring of someone to clean my homes. Okay, maybe the third thing after vacation and real estate moguldom. But since neither dusting nor vacuuming makes me rapturous,... Continue Reading →
I struggle with general anxiety disorder, which can manifest itself in unpleasant ways. For years, my main coping skill was my eating disorder. It's hard to obsess about anything else when you're bingeing and purging. Eating disorders, however, get you dead, and though I've tried to "shuck off this mortal coil" while in the pit... Continue Reading →
If you’re someone who struggles with anxiety, then lists can be part of your happy place. For me, one of the worst things about anxiety is feeling out of control. Control is important to me. Control is my safe space. Archimedes wanted a long lever: I find salvation in order. [i] Repeated studies show... Continue Reading →
What makes me laugh? I sometimes struggle to recall. Joy isn’t as frequent a visitor of late. The world is dragging us all down, and I have pesky depression in addition. Mental illness sometimes makes me laugh. I’m allowed: I’m afflicted. Politicians make me laugh, but not in a friendly way. That laughter is less... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 