Whoever said bad things come in threes was probably someone who was lucky. In my experience, when one stumbles across bad luck, it keeps piling on until fate gets bored and takes amusement elsewhere… Continue reading Not quite triggered, an off-the-cuff joint.
Conservative men My father is confrontational. He can’t help it. Sometimes, it’s fun. I don’t mind a debate, and we disagree about much, so topics abound. However, he started listening to conservative radio about fifteen years ago: the change to his personality in certain areas has been disheartening. So, there are now topics I would prefer we didn’t discuss. He has a hard time with … Continue reading Jordan Peterson and the Fruit of the Poisonous Tree
When I split from my son’s father, the lawyer gave me a piece of advice. Not unsolicited – I’d asked him how long it would take before I felt better. He told me that in his experience. it took about half the time of the relationship to pass before people felt fully disconnected from it. This didn’t mean that I didn’t move on. But damned … Continue reading If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.
I was eleven when the eating disorder that had been stalking me succeeded in capture. Eleven years old and convinced that all the wrong feelings, fears, and insecurities would vanish if I could just get thin enough for perfection and protection. I knew I would be proud of myself when that day came, and why not? Who wouldn’t love perfection? I was promised a multimodal … Continue reading Embracing eating disorder recovery.
From Famine to Feast 