An eating disorder is a sneaky thing that’s always trying to kill you. We forget that fact easily and to our peril as we travel down recovery road. But time passes and memories fade. Emotions, once hot, mellow, and the dramatic resolutions of early sobriety seem over-the-top with the passage of time. Were things truly that bad? Is eternal vigilance really the price of liberty? … Continue reading Reblog: “Restarting the Recovery Clock.”
Most of us assume that we don’t make assumptions. We assume our guesses are correct and not assumptions at all. Others might assume, but we’re making educated guesses based on our superior observation and interpretation skills. “I’m exceptional to the majority” is a very popular assumption, up there with “mothers-in-law are awful,” and “parenting teenagers is horrible.” Most of us, however, are the majority. Assumptions … Continue reading I tend to assume. You?
I don’t think my hippocampus is back online yet. They get testy, and will sometimes go on strike when the world is stressful and the hits won’t stop coming. I’ve had so many hits, my soul probably looks like a patchwork quilt of impact craters. On the bright side, I didn’t fall back on old and harmful patterns of coping. Bad habits can be broken. … Continue reading Recovery isn’t a race.
I love a good quote. I wish I remembered them for longer than seconds. My mother has the kind of lung cancer that’s not going to get better. Living through this is probably the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do. I’ve lived in the aftermath of sudden death, but I’ve never walked the path with someone when the end is guaranteed. Philosophically and pedantically … Continue reading Quotes for the week.
From Famine to Feast 