I’ve started and discarded a multitude of pieces over the past weeks. some, for sure I can’t connect to them. They’re meaningless blather for all that they flowed from my fingers. I suppose I could write about the puttering. I’ve been painting things, like rooms and trim. I’ve been organizing as well: half the garage is now home to a future dump run, and I’ve … Continue reading Stream of consciousness and PET scans.
I came of age during the nineteen-eighties and nineties. If you didn’t, sucks to be you. We had most of the advantages and none of the soon-to-be identified disadvantages of the information age. Despite the geographic and temporal advantages of my birth, I struggled. Nature, nurture, and life experiences created a perfect storm of eating disorders, mental illnesses, and tigers, oh my. I can’t imagine … Continue reading What are your labels?
An eating disorder is a sneaky thing that’s always trying to kill you. We forget that fact easily and to our peril as we travel down recovery road. But time passes and memories fade. Emotions, once hot, mellow, and the dramatic resolutions of early sobriety seem over-the-top with the passage of time. Were things truly that bad? Is eternal vigilance really the price of liberty? … Continue reading Reblog: “Restarting the Recovery Clock.”
I struggle with general anxiety disorder, which can manifest itself in unpleasant ways. For years, my main coping skill was my eating disorder. It’s hard to obsess about anything else when you’re bingeing and purging. Eating disorders, however, get you dead, and though I’ve tried to “shuck off this mortal coil” while in the pit of despair, I mostly don’t want to be gone. Enter … Continue reading Reblog: A Nickel For Your Presence.
From Famine to Feast 