Recovery, philosophy, mental health, things that interest me, and random poetry.
“Do the best you can.” “Make the most of your time.” “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” (Einstein) “Nothing changes if nothing changes.” “If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” (Mother Theresa) Platitudes and inspirational quotes are everywhere. They populate threads. They show …
Perspective is a good thing. It can facilitate conversations. It can help stave off arguments and keep anger in check. It encourages understanding. Perspective gives insight. But sometimes, having perspective can be problematic. Understanding the other person’s point of view can sometimes impede the drawing of necessary lines. You “get” them. You understand their feelings …
The longer you’ve had your eating disorder, the harder it is to change the way you think. This is not to say you can’t recover. It just means that the incredibly hard business of changing what you do is only the beginning. Fixing broken thinking patterns is where the real work lies. If you can’t …
Continue reading The rise of the eating disorder brain, part 7,294.
(Side note: “trudge” is a good word. It doesn’t get nearly enough play.) I hate being uninspired and I’ve been uninspired a lot of late. Knowing the cause – depression – isn’t really all that helpful; everything still feels like hard work and much of the work is getting left by the wayside. Knowing the …
I find it odd when I wake up with an established mood. Shouldn’t I wake up neutral? Some people wake up moody because they’ve been disturbed by their dreams; they’re sad or upset or angry based on the real but not real nocturnal adventures they’ve been through. I don’t remember my dreams so I expect …
I thought it was a loose crown. It was only put on six months ago, one of four treatments I could finally afford; three implants and a crown on one of the root canal victims. I like my new teeth and my crown. My cheeks no longer look like they’re collapsing. I can chew solid …
I wish I spoke bird. Chipmunk or coyote would be cool too, as would deer or bear. Birds hop in the nearby grass as the rain falls, seeking worms. Four-legged beasties climb my trees, venture bravely into my yard, grab pears the size of their bodies and drag them back to their nests. I hear …
