My eating disorder has faded for years now and a new disorder has arose. I believe it’s a panic disorder although I haven’t confirmed yet with a doctor. It doesn’t seem right to become intensely terrified of normal every day things that had not terrified me before. Walking downtown, driving on highways, riding an escalator… Read More Disorder Swap
It becomes invigorating when you have a breath of fresh air. A new arrival of prospective perspective. A pendulum swing of the greatest kind, with a rise for no reason, other than it was meant to be by the force of swinging from the other side. Being dreary becomes old, especially for those within the… Read More Swinger
I’m not one to spell it out. Perhaps, that isn’t even true. Is there such thing as a blunt cryptic? A straight-forward gypsy of personalities that continues to master new ways of being disguised in some form – but tight within their characters – it goes unnoticed. I sit tired and worn out and unsure… Read More Courageous Insignificance
Sometimes things happen that we don’t ever fully understand. Horrendous. Tragic. Heinous. Obscene. Brutal things. Sad. Gut-Wrenching moments. Thrown into a Saturday afternoon or a Tuesday morning, just on your way in to work. In the middle of the night, maybe, after a nice dinner and movie. Something terrible, awful, no-good, and sometimes life-altering will… Read More Face of Danger
I want to improve my diet. What a phrase to use on a blog like this. A word, in fact, that sometimes causes those that fear for the disordered to lose their minds. And in these present times, the choices of the “right diet” are a million and one, making it impossible to trust very… Read More Tell me more about the candida in my stomach…..
After 3 years, I am turning back to you. Because reading your words, and your thoughts, and your process of struggle has helped me to realize that I need to hear what you have to say more than ever. —————————– I worry often that I’m losing it. I have built myself up and pushed my… Read More Resurrection
I don’t know how to live without my Eating Disorder. So I don’t leave my house very often. Only on an “as needed” basis, and while I’m out, I feel like a bumbling idiot. I’m nervous. Around everyone. It’s stupid. But I can’t stop it. I like to hide in my house with baby girl… Read More Escape Reality Forever said every addict everywhere.