Recovery, philosophy, mental health, things that interest me, and random poetry.
The music doesn’t echo from the rafters much anymore. It’s not that I don’t like the quiet. But there used to be a mix. I used to have music as well. Now it’s silent almost all the time. Sometimes, my son will sit at the piano and play one of his pieces. Sometimes, my daughter …
The worst part about the appointment I had with my oncologist, beyond the fact that I have an oncologist which still seems surreal, was not going over the pathology results. Nor was it setting up the schedule for radiation which will run Mondays to Fridays for twenty-six sessions. The worst part was getting weighed. Which …
I hate confrontations. I seriously, big-time loathe them. I will do almost anything to avoid them, usually to my detriment. I don’t stand up for myself. I don’t share my feelings when I’ve been hurt or harmed. I am determined to not rock the boat. It is not a policy that works out well. For …
“Do the best you can.” “Make the most of your time.” “Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” (Einstein) “Nothing changes if nothing changes.” “If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” (Mother Theresa) Platitudes and inspirational quotes are everywhere. They populate threads. They show …
Perspective is a good thing. It can facilitate conversations. It can help stave off arguments and keep anger in check. It encourages understanding. Perspective gives insight. But sometimes, having perspective can be problematic. Understanding the other person’s point of view can sometimes impede the drawing of necessary lines. You “get” them. You understand their feelings …
The longer you’ve had your eating disorder, the harder it is to change the way you think. This is not to say you can’t recover. It just means that the incredibly hard business of changing what you do is only the beginning. Fixing broken thinking patterns is where the real work lies. If you can’t …
Continue reading The rise of the eating disorder brain, part 7,294.
(Side note: “trudge” is a good word. It doesn’t get nearly enough play.) I hate being uninspired and I’ve been uninspired a lot of late. Knowing the cause – depression – isn’t really all that helpful; everything still feels like hard work and much of the work is getting left by the wayside. Knowing the …
