THE STARVING CHILD
Today I awoke to the sight of little brown furry ears resting on my pillow,...
Stalked by Demons | Guarded by Angels
Today I awoke to the sight of little brown furry ears resting on my pillow,...
I have a body. As I said once before, it has served me faithfully all my years. I have been…
My fatigue is back. It went away for a while. I didn’t miss it. Good riddance, I...
Exercising regularly changed my life. It toned my body, turned fat to muscle, allowed me to enjoy...
Self compassion is tricky to master. The compassionate concepts I am encouraged to apply, were considered heinous insults throughout my…
Recovery is a dream. A distant, foreign concept. A world of freedom I desperately want to live...
I am entering into a phase of recovery (ie the beginning…) where I am doggedly determined...
I live in a house, surrounded by nature. I sit in bed of a morning, watching native birds sing in the tree…
I am a prisoner in a cell of my own making. Each morning, I stand...
Today I cried. I cried because I could feel the hard, solid, shell I have spent decades plastering around every…
I may not be a dog person, but I am acutely aware of the joy,...
When I have a cold, it’s obvious I’m sick. And when it goes away, it’s...
I’ve been triggered. My bulimic behaviours are regressing. THIS IS BOTH GOOD AND BAD Bad,...
Am I normal or different? Am I sick or healthy? I have no fricking idea…...
I mentioned a few weeks ago that it’s time I wrote a bucket list. So...