Everything smells like smoke.
Anticipation is the worst when you have anxiety. You never expect things to go well. You picture the worst, and the worst you fantasize about is always over-the-top…. Continue reading Everything smells like smoke.
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Step by step camping.
Depression and anxiety are problematic. They have a negative impact on the way I think and feel about things.
Depression and anxiety ebb and flow. Sometimes, I nearly succeed in banishing them; unfortunately, they regroup and swell and try to take over the whole of me once again.
Often, they seem overwhelming, too big to battle…
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You have to eat, even when you’re afraid.
Sometimes, I think if I take off the reins, the urge to eat will take over my world.
I know where it comes from and what drives it, this feeling that I can’t ever consume enough. This feeling that if I start, I’ll never stop.
It’s from the eating disorder, from a lifetime of restriction and deprivation. You can’t undo what’s been done. I can’t go back in time and eat the food now I didn’t eat then. But I worry that without the restrictions I still have in place, I’ll try…
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Who decides it’s wrong?
The grass surrounding my house is not going to win any awards. It will not be featured in a lawncare commercial unless someone needs a “before” picture. It is neither lush nor soft, it does not have the deep green of the Irish countryside… Continue reading Who decides it’s wrong?
From Famine to Feast 