Trying to find joy in self-care.
It’s hard to care for yourself when you don’t care about yourself. I want the joy of self-care back. Continue reading Trying to find joy in self-care.
Tag: self care
Imaginary death and PTSD.
“i killed my son three times this week, my father twice, and it’s only tuesday. PTSD is a bitch.” Continue reading Imaginary death and PTSD.
I’m on a road.
I’m on a road that stretches so far off into the distance, I can’t see the end. I’ve heard tell that once I get there, life will be better. I’ve heard the trip’s a challenge, but the destination makes it worthwhile. I’m told that once I get there, things’ll be alright. Once I get down the road, I’ll be calm, grounded, and fully me. They tell … Continue reading I’m on a road.
Grief.
Letting go of my eating disorder means grieving. It’s a loss. I’m losing my coping mechanism and my support system. I’m cutting out a piece of me, and that’s a wrench, despite it being the right choice. The excision will leave a hole, and I need to fill it. Whatever I choose has to feel more important than the eating disorder, a solid challenge. The eating disorder … Continue reading Grief.
From Famine to Feast 