I hate clothing. Unfortunately, I’d also hate full-time nudity. One, I’d get cold, and two, I have serious body-image issues. They came with the eating disorder and I’ve been unable to banish them as yet. But since I hate, wandering around naked or nearly naked is not a behaviour I’m ready to embrace… Continue reading I only wanted a jacket.
…Everything that happens is either endurable or not. If it’s endurable, then endure it. Stop complaining. If it’s unendurable . . . then stop complaining. Your destruction will mean its end as well. – Marcus Aurelius… Continue reading Nothing is unbearable.
Dark days.
We all have them, the depressed and neurotypical alike. The difference, I think, is in how we respond.
Days that suck, days that make us think we shouldn’t have bothered getting up happen to everyone. Days when the milk is sour, so no cereal, and the car maintenance light comes on and you can’t afford repairs, and the corner store is out of diet Pepsi, and work is hellish, and you get home to find the cat vomited all over the carpet in the front hall. Those kinds of days.
Continue reading It’s a bad day, not a bad life.
I have trouble with my thoughts. I don’t like a lot of them. They’re harsh, critical, and disturbing. They make me feel bad; they make me afraid.
Except they don’t.
I’ve realized that I have it backwards. It’s the feelings that come first. Feelings rise up and inspire the thoughts which then the amplify the problematic feelings, creating more problematic thoughts, and so on.
It’s a vicious cycle…
Continue reading Feelings come first.
From Famine to Feast 