A fantastic essay about the challenging, perpetual battle of misery that is depression (major and persistent). Have you ever woken up, just lying there in bed, wondering to yourself if it’s really worth it going to work. To be woken up unnaturally by whatever … What the hell am I doing and why I should do it? Continue reading What the hell am I doing and why I should do it?
I binged yesterday. Except I didn’t. That is, I binged, but it was a regular binge, not a bulimia binge. The difference is in quality and quantity, both important factors. Quantity especially. When it comes to numbers, a bulimic binge can be a different kind of animal. [i] I remember listening to my friends as they talked about their pig-out sessions. A whole bag of … Continue reading I binged yesterday.
“Doors open, doors close” is a catchy title that for once didn’t require hard work or hair-tearing. Usually, I struggle. Unfortunately, while it popped up whole and unbidden, it’s also a smidge misleading. It sounds philosophic and while we may end up there, I’m actually referencing the literal. My grandson closes doors. He’s not a fan of the wide-open space. Some were closed to him … Continue reading Doors open, doors close.
Trigger warning: frank talk about eating disorder behaviours, specifically bulimia. [i] Mental illness tends to think doctors are morons. Eating disorders and depression definitely do. [ii] Wrongheaded and arrogant positioning, to be sure, but doctors do it too. Their mistake is in thinking they know more than the patient, or even enough. They can’t be experts, especially on the front line. Those roles are for … Continue reading Hidden in plain sight: eating disorders.
From Famine to Feast 