Recovery, philosophy, mental health, things that interest me, and random poetry.
...I’m fortunate to live in a place where berries are plentiful in the summer months. I look forward to the period that used to start mid-July but now arrives in early June. It last until August. The season gets longer every year. Climate change is a bad thing, that’s just a fact; however, it has resulted in a longer berry season and this I enjoy...
"I had a look at the stats page on my blog the other morning; something I almost never do. I try not to be invested in results. I write because I feel compelled to, because it helps me, because it might help someone else, and because it lets me connect with interesting people. I don’t want to grow angst-ridden about market share. The timing of the peek was serendipitous. The post counter has me at one-hundred and ninety-nine posts, making this number two-hundred. I feel compelled to created something spectacular, yet, remain stymied over what to say. I wasn’t going to write today..."
"...Even when I’m depressed, there are still good things in my life. One thing I’ve historically failed to be grateful for is my depression..."
"i am immensely grateful to everyone who has taken the time to read what i write, comment, or follow me. you are so very much appreciated."
"i have been what i call abstinent with my eating disorder for the last six months and by that i mean i have not thrown up. this is the longest i’ve gone without self-induced vomiting in twenty-seven years. there is a part of me that is amazed and grateful."
"i’m stuck. i’m not falling backwards to any great degree but i’m not moving forward either. i’ve landed in this space i call “not too bad” and i’m terrified to push beyond it."
"it feels like i have been searching for peace and contentment forever. i don’t look for happiness - if it comes, it comes - but simply ease. ease from the depression and anxiety that have plagued me for most of my life."
