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.
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).
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.
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.