Living life with mental illness. Living life post eating disorder. Living life.
I also want to be able to edit the header typeface in Word Perfect. Just saying. I'm not writing much yet. Physical and mental burnout takes a while to come back from, even without the addition of an awakened case of PTSD. On the bright side, I'm enjoying another summer heat wave without air conditioning... Continue Reading →
*There are some references to suicidal ideation and suicidal thoughts. Check your mental state before you continue.* I made my father feel awful the other day. To be fair, I've asked for space. Repeatedly. From more than one parent. I've even said, explicitly, that it's because I get mean when I'm triggered like this. I'm... Continue Reading →
Would you like to know my definition of bitch? Beauty In Total Control, Honey. [i] https://youtu.be/edfD7ELs3s4 We sang this at the top of our lungs. My brain is calmer today and I haven’t even picked up the meds my psychiatrist added to my regimen to make it shut up. I need to reset to a... Continue Reading →
I didn't love my therapy appointment this week. I felt absent. I didn't talk about what was bothering me except in the most sideways of fashions. I got there after discussing everything and everything else. A side note as I was leaving. "By the way, I think my depression is getting worse." Except, I think... Continue Reading →
From Famine to Feast. 