Self-care is an evolving art.

Self-care is a skill. If you’re lucky, your parents teach you everything you need to know. If you’re unlucky or over forty, it’s less innate and requires more education and practice. I was bad at self-care for a long time. It was the eating disorder and the raging mental illness. My energies were otherwise occupied.…… Continue reading Self-care is an evolving art.

Take the pills (red or blue).

I take psychiatric meds. I’ll probably continue doing so for the rest of my life. My neurochemistry doesn’t work well without outside help. It never bothered me to admit that I take antidepressants, and it didn’t make me ashamed. I embraced my membership in Prozac Nation. I didn’t worry much about the diagnoses either. Maybe…… Continue reading Take the pills (red or blue).

The eating disorder and the most important lie.

Is it irony if, after I say “no trigger warnings,” I offer one? This got a little graphic, perhaps. A person with an active eating disorder might have problems with the content towards the end. An eating disorder will lie like a dog in order to get its way. It has no principles and no…… Continue reading The eating disorder and the most important lie.

Staying safe with counting: fun with OCD.

It occurred to me that some people might consider my title disrespectful – oh well. I thought about changing it, but decided not to. I also couldn’t decide if I should include a trigger warning, but since my “about” page mentions mental illness early on, I think we’ll consider it said.   I count. I’ve mentioned…… Continue reading Staying safe with counting: fun with OCD.