recovery and growth, things that interest me, occasional deep-thoughts, and semi-regular poetry
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 … Continue reading An old poem.
Life is a series of lessons. What’s important is what we learn. Good things teach us but so do the bad times. Often, however, we learn the wrong lessons...
It seemed like a good idea at the time. I’ve been looking at buying a car. It started with needing a new battery but I got sucked into test driving some newer, smaller, more fuel-efficient vehicles and the next thing you know I started thinking about how I needed a new car, how I deserved a new car, and how I could easily afford the payments. None of those things are true...
I want to be a real boy. Or girl, in this case. And for me, “real” means whole and cohesive and I’m not. It’s one of the things mental illness does. I’m working on getting it back...
I’ve been gaining weight. I’ve mentioned it here before. I hate it. I’ve mentioned that too. I’m trying to learn to accept it. To be, at my counsellor’s behest, political about my body the way I am about other things. Social justice things. It’s time to start developing a sense of personal justice. It’s time to fight back against the nasty bits and pieces that drove me to develop a disorder that focuses on having the perfect body in order to feel acceptable...
