“Be yourself. People don’t have to like you and you don’t have to care.” – A random and anonymous quote I stumbled across recently on social media. This is great advice. There are two problems with it. We don’t always know who we are, and we absolutely care what other people think a great deal of the time. I don’t want to care. It’s simply … Continue reading It’s hard to be yourself; it’s hard to not care.
I write about my neuroses for several reasons. The first is, write what you know. I’ve spent a lot of time with myself. We’re intimately acquainted. I also write to understand. The more you think about something, the more you come to know it. The more you know, the better you are equipped to fight. This is important when you start falling. Or not falling. … Continue reading It’s like being dragged.
It’s been an interesting few months. That’s actually an ancient Chinese curse – may you live in interesting times. Regardless of whether I’ve been cursed or not – and I suspect not despite my tendency towards self-pity – this last little bit has been tension-filled and fraught.
I had an unfortunate result with a mammogram several months back. A “suspicious lesion” showed up and the tests and procedures that followed started a train in motion that’s proving difficult to get off…
Continue reading So anyhow, radiation.
…It is shocking to me how much time not participating in my eating disorder takes up. How much specific and cognitive work goes into the process. I spend a lot of time having conversations with myself… Continue reading Hoarding food in a secret drawer.
From Famine to Feast 