When I split from my son’s father, the lawyer gave me a piece of advice. Not unsolicited – I’d asked him how long it would take before I felt better. He told me that in his experience. it took about half the time of the relationship to pass before people felt fully disconnected from it. This didn’t mean that I didn’t move on. But damned … Continue reading If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.
I was eleven when the eating disorder that had been stalking me succeeded in capture. Eleven years old and convinced that all the wrong feelings, fears, and insecurities would vanish if I could just get thin enough for perfection and protection. I knew I would be proud of myself when that day came, and why not? Who wouldn’t love perfection? I was promised a multimodal … Continue reading Embracing eating disorder recovery.
Fall blues. I hate October. It’s my least favourite month and that’s saying something considering I live on the west/wet coast of British Columbia. We’ve been known to have Novembers with zero days of sunshine. It’s not a good time. [i] October kills my mood. It’s a pisser, and so far, somewhat unavoidable – it’s the loss of light. My mood tanks when light levels … Continue reading Once more, with feelings – depression and memories.
I’ve blogged for a long time. I started on Blogger years ago. My site there existed until last year when I finally downloaded the posts and shut it down. It’s strange how reticent we are to close social media accounts. I blogged on Tumblr as well – I have a page for prose and a page for poetry (I haven’t updated the latter in some … Continue reading What’s in a blog – an off-the-cuff joint.
From Famine to Feast 