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.
I’m not sure I have a favourite colour, though I always choose green when it comes to game pieces and everyone knows that. My affection for green was born at the house on Valemont. My bedroom there had green carpet. My bedroom there remains the best room I’ve ever had. My mother put wallpaper up that looked like bamboo, with vines and yellow flowers twining … Continue reading I’m blue.
From Famine to Feast. 