My mantras for hard days.

Ever have someone ask you about your personal philosophy? Ever get asked about mantras? I do. People seemed to think that because I suffer from mental illness, I must have lots of inspirational soundbites banging about in my brain. Perhaps they think the mentally ill are closer to the divine? Regardless of their expectation, for years I had no philosophy and the only mantras I practiced were various prayers to try and get me through the day without bingeing and purging and without trying to harm myself. They weren’t very effective… Continue reading My mantras for hard days.

An old poem.

mild trigger warning – some references to self-harm I’m working on my autobiography. I’ve finished it, in that I’ve written something that has a beginning, a middle, and an end. I’m now starting on the edits and it’s proving to be a challenge. All flashbacks and ugly feelings and acting out when I’m done. I spent yesterday in a depressed wallow following four hours of … Continue reading An old poem.