(November 9, 2017 – recovery and responsibility) i have issues with some of the twelve steps. in december of 2014, i entered a recovery facility to deal with my eating disorder and my tendency to abuse benzodiazepines. Ativan, Xanax, Valium – they were my friends. they were an adjunct to my bulimia. they kept my…… Continue reading Recovery and responsibility.
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…… Continue reading I’m on a road.
(November 15, 2017) Recovering from an eating disorder is hard work. Recovery is a daily slog that’s tiring as hell. Complaining about it reminds me that I’m blessed: I’m still here: too many other people I’ve known and cared for haven’t been as lucky. Unfortunately, the complaining sets off a round of self-criticism. According to…… Continue reading Letting eating disorders go.
(November 5, 2017) Trigger warning: moderately graphic eating disorder references. In the storage banks of my mind, where the memories of a thousand episodes of bingeing and purging live, one in particular jumps to the front of the flashback queue. There are other episodes, worse and more deadly, but it’s this one from my second…… Continue reading A bad day with bulimia.