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 am bad. And that’s good. I will never be good and that’s not bad. There’s no one I’d rather be than me. –Wreck it Ralph I wonder if my brain has been chemically altered by all the years and varieties of crazy pills I had been informed to take. 15 years of them. I’ve… Read More Blowing Out the Smoke
Eating food did not become an option for me until 4:30 pm. It had become totally complicated. I had spent the morning puking out the back door and then calmly walking back inside to commence making lunches so baby girl wouldn’t hear or see my throwing up and freak out and tell all my friends… Read More Watch me Die.
I have sat here for over an hour trying fruitlessly to create a very exact way to describe this feeling. But I can’t. I have no hunger. My appetite is completely gone, and although I would prefer to be coy and disregard even mentioning whether I have acted on that “urge” (which is not an… Read More Where’d everybody go?
I have began to suspect that the sequential and consistent serious of inconviences at it never being a plausible, opportune, or possible time to consume a meal. Much less 2 times a day. Pretty sure 3 is possibly almost out of the question. If it continued. I’m not allowing it to, ofcourse. And the most… Read More Notice anything different?
I couldn’t quite regain any normalcy today after I vividly dreamed about my ex-boyfriend. The one whom I left. Willingly. On my own. Without ever looking back. I lost all my weight with him. The dramatic weight. After 7 years of disease…he was the first who ever willed me any results. I was only feigning… Read More Quicksand
Most people who know me, know that I used to be an eating disorder sponser. Back in my senior year of high school, all the way up until I had my daughter after my first year of college. I sponsered 34 girls during that time. 7 of them have died. 3 in the past year.… Read More And now, a word from our sponsers…