I don’t come from a demonstrative family. We’re not cuddles and hugs. We’re respectful distance and assumptions about feelings. I don’t remember hearing “I love you” much growing up. I don’t remember hearing it said between my parents, and I don’t remember hearing it said to us, though I’m sure it was. My parents say it now, and children are scads more appealing as toddlers. … Continue reading Love is a verb.
There’s no place like home – Dorothy knew that. I wish we didn’t live in a world that has turned housing into an investment and privilege instead of leaving it as a basic right, but here we are. This is my third house as an adult. My first home-away-from-home that wasn’t post-secondary was an apartment in Langley. I loved it, mostly because it was a … Continue reading Be it ever so humble.
Eating disorders are addiction adjacent. [i] Some people consider eating disorders to be addiction-proper. They follow that model at my last inpatient centre. It does tick a lot of the boxes. It’s beyond our control, for sure. And some of the recovery steps for addiction work well with an ED. I found pursuing them during my last inpatient stay quite helpful. Fearless inventory? Sure, why … Continue reading How are you brave – eating disorder recovery.
How old were we when someone first spoke to us about trust? Was it a warning – trust me, you don’t want to know – or a request to behave – I know I can trust you to be a good girl? How was the concept of trust first articulated to us? I have no idea. We experience it before we can put a name … Continue reading Trust is a responsibility.
From Famine to Feast. 