How I mitigate my addict brain.

I have an addict’s brain. Not in a jar on my desk or anything like that. It’s the one in my head. I don’t know if I was born this way or developed the tendency, if my addict brain is nature or nurture. At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter. My reality is what it is…

A schism between mind and body – BDD

Eating disorders disconnect you from your body, which is odd; ostensibly, that’s what they’re about. But they’re not about the body as a whole. They’re not about how it works. They’re not about functionality or strength. They’re about how the body looks and often, they’re about how it looks piecemeal…

Between five and seven pounds

I wasn’t going to write about my eating disorder today. I have a draft post about my PTSD waiting for revisions. I’ve resisted looking deeply into it to date but had big plans to do so in the somewhat near future. Those plans flew out the window this morning when I put on the jeans that are supposed to be baggy only to find they were less baggy than expected.

Just like that, my mental equilibrium got shot to shit…