Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
My dad didn’t die on my birthday. I’m glad. It’s selfish, I know, but I didn’t want those two things tied forever in my memory. He wasn’t dead yesterday; I don’t know how things are going to go today. I love swimming. I love being in the water. As I child, I wanted a pool... Continue Reading →
I have a post about Facebook nearly ready to go: this isn't that one. This is also written in the app, so the potential for massive numbers of errors is making me anxious. I'm sorry in advance for those that will inevitably show up. When I win the lottery, I'm renewing my subscription to Grammarly.... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 