Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
The week between Christmas and New Year's is a hard one. Work sucks, there's the inevitable post-celebration letdown, and the family and friend lovefest is likely starting to wear. Unless you're a sitcom family - they do seasonal well. Family Ties My ambivalence is being made worse by the cold front that's descended: it's hard... Continue Reading →
I’ve killed this piece three times so far. I think the razing of yesterday’s ramblings on guilt was the last big gutting. But really, it was trite. Been there, done that. I wanted to like the paragraphs I wrote on our snow day but I don’t write descriptive dialogue very well: my imagery was stilted... Continue Reading →
The tree is up. It has no decorations this year but there’s a two-year-old in the house so the decision to go “only lights” is a logical one. I’m not interested in playing “find the ornament” ever again. The décor is out as well; again, in a limited fashion and placed up high. The presents... Continue Reading →
"Eating disorders are hell and they are full-time. They don’t take days off. They don’t give you a break. They’re always there, lurking, talking to you, telling you how awful you are, how much of a failure. How you have nothing to offer because you aren’t perfect yet. You aren’t thin enough..."
From Famine to Feast. 