The Life Cycle of an Eating Disorder and My Recovery So Far, part one.

The life cycle of an eating disorder is simple on paper. You don’t have one, then you do, and then, if lucky, you won’t again. A tidy summation, but real life is rarely tidy. The acquiring, living with, and recovering from an eating disorder looks more like an impressionist painting than a number line. Unless you’re a TV movie or Netflix special. I remember the … Continue reading The Life Cycle of an Eating Disorder and My Recovery So Far, part one.

What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

This is not the post I planned, but I haven’t written that one beyond a title. However, if one has decided depression recovery lies in the doing, skipping the doing is probably a bad idea. Or so I’ve heard. I’m fifty-four years old and still trying to figure out what I’m going to do with my life. I’ve never had a real plan. I wanted … Continue reading What are you going to be when you grow up – an off-the-cuff joint.

Reblog: My Session With Depression.

I’m not a fan of depression. I’ve had a lifetime to come to that conclusion. My first depressive episodes went untreated and unnoticed in my teen years. The first time it was diagnosed and addressed was after my first suicide attempt, which was also when the world (or at least, those in my circle) learned I was fighting and losing to an eating disorder. They … Continue reading Reblog: My Session With Depression.

Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.

I’m not writing much these days beyond keyboard warrior entries on Twitter. A level of rage helps there and depression keeps my angry close to the surface. It’s good that depression combines anger with a diminished ability to control oneself. I enjoy the way I blow up my life when I’m depressed. But I miss writing. I miss having a routine. I miss feeling like … Continue reading Let’s go shopping – fun with depression.