[Trigger warning. I reference self-harm. It might be disturbing.] I have a vague headache and I’m deciding between marijuana and ibuprofen. The numbed-out life has an appeal. I didn’t eat breakfast until about eleven. Definitely headache-contributing behaviour. I wasn’t hungry. I’m never hungry these days. That doesn’t stop me from rage eating compulsively every now …
An eating disorder isn’t really about the body. The problem lies elsewhere. It’s history, nature, both, neither. It makes treatment challenging. Everyone arrives from a different place. For me, anxiety is a large piece of the puzzle. My history is significant but my basically anxious nature is why I went the way I did. Anxiety …
Thank God for antibiotics. We mostly don’t die from simple infections anymore. The first was penicillin, discovered in the 1940s after British scientist Alexander Fleming observed the effect a specific kind of mold was having on infectious bacteria. Since then, antibiotics have been recognized as one of the greatest advances in therapeutic medicine. Prior to …
Late last month I received an exciting email. Someone from the website Love What Matters sent me a message. They’d liked some of the things I’d written, they said, and wondered if I would want to write something for them. I’m pretty sure Academy Award winners aren’t as thrilled. I love props. Especially when it’s …
Continue reading It’s lovely to be asked – a post about self-harm.
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...
