“i haven’t been sleeping well of late. it’s an occupational hazard when you have depression; insomnia likes to pop in for a visit from time to time. i head to bed early enough but stay awake ‘til after midnight and sleep fitfully, waking for the final time between four and five in the morning. those are ugly hours; almost nothing good happens then.” Continue reading permanently disabled
“anxiety shrinks my world. it pulls in tight and collapses on itself until there is no space or freedom for me anywhere. everything becomes small, and ritual becomes everything.” Continue reading a smaller world
“my thoughts are quicksilver.
they race around my brain in a
frenzy of disparate ideas and impulses
that fatigue me.” Continue reading chaotic
“every meal’s a challenge when you’re recovering from an eating disorder, but meals out come with their own unique problems. it would be nice if i could just abandon my drug of choice and give up on food entirely, but eating is a requirement for life, or so they tell me.” Continue reading eating’s a requirement, or so they say
From Famine to Feast 