Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
My dad didn’t die on my birthday. I’m glad. It’s selfish, I know, but I didn’t want those two things tied forever in my memory. He wasn’t dead yesterday; I don’t know how things are going to go today. I love swimming. I love being in the water. As I child, I wanted a pool... Continue Reading →
“Maladaptive daydreaming has been the subject of a series of previous studies. Somer and colleagues found that maladaptive daydreaming is characterized by extensive daydreaming that occupies many hours per day, causes significant subjective distress and interferes with function, and is accompanied by extensive comorbidity. It can be differentiated from normal daydreaming with both self‐report measures... Continue Reading →
Life’s interesting. It’s also the only game in town. I wonder if that’s why we’re committed to liking it: there are no other options. You can’t request a transfer to life, section seven if you feel this one isn’t working out. God should’ve checked in with universities on scheduling and course layout. If life was... Continue Reading →
Some people think cats can see ghosts. If ghosts are a thing and cats can see them, do they see the ghosts of all the moths and spiders they’ve killed? Is this why cats race around like mad things, to escape the hordes of vengeful dead that periodically stalk them? I’m inclined to judge people... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 