Ramen or KD, but first, let me take a selfie. Or provide some definitions. When I say “ramen,” I’m referring to the Mr. Noodles et al dehydrated packs of near food available twelve to the dollar at Walmart – six if you splurge for the Sapporo Ichiban brand. It is marginally better. I’m not referring to the lovely, freshly-made versions I’ve never had the privilege … Continue reading Ramen or KD?
The best and worst thing about recovery is the learning. There’s so much of it. I decided shortly before arriving that my last in-patient treatment was going to be the last. It was do-or-die time, not hyperbole considering both the status of my eating disorder and my recent suicide attempt. Attempts screw you up beyond the issues that got you there in the first place. … Continue reading Important lessons get repeated
I put things off. I put things off and I do it with malice aforethought. I put things off because of my anxiety. Or my PTSD. Or my humanity – I’m never sure about attribution. I get overwhelmed by requirements and obligations external and self-imposed. And when I get overwhelmed, things don’t go well for me. Anxiety rises, panic threatens, and negative coping skills shake … Continue reading Get it done. Or don’t. It’s really your call.
We’re not an honest species and I wonder about that. Telling the truth isn’t something we do as a matter of course. Lying is in our genes; we do it well and frequently. I’ve found myself lying to people for no reason other than the opportunity was there, and the brain went for it. Little untruths, lies about an upcoming event or something in a … Continue reading Lie to everyone, except yourself.
From Famine to Feast. 