randmother was called Peace as a child. She was the youngest of three girls – the formidable McDougall girls. Her closest sister was born in 1914 and grandma in 1918 – war and peace. That wasn’t her real name though – her real name was June.
My grandmother passed away in her sleep overnight. I’ve been caring for her the past ten years. On Tuesday she woke up, reached out and held my hand and said, “Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.” She was 98 2/3.
As soon as I make a little bit of progress – and find a few moments of hope and belief – I seem determined to crash and burn, just to prove to myself recovery is either impossible, or impossibly difficult.
I am coming to the end of an eight week online course for recovery from binge eating and/or bulimia. I am about […]
Day 30 of the challenge. I made it! In case you missed it, my challenge was to write for 30 days about […]
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I have to eat food. I have to eat food – six times a day. SIX TIMES A DAY!! Fuck… Well to […]
I introduced myself to my fellow writers in the awakening authors course I’m starting soon. I introduced myself in verse 🙂
At the start of this 30 day challenge I was determined to write consistently about recovery and freedom – unfortunately I quickly […]
Depression is so dreary. I’m sure everyone is bored with it. When I share how shitty I feel, people try to cheer […]
I’ve been in a consistently downward spiral of late. Many people I know in “real” life are now reading this blog, so I […]
No words today. On any given day – in any random order – for no apparent reason – I feel…
I’m away for a night visiting friends. Friends I’ve known so long we’ve become sisters 🙂 This is a quick trip so […]
Today I had a desperate, desperate urge to restrict. It was really important to me. I nearly did. I ate breakfast. Then […]
As I feel myself sliding, down, down, down again, I want to make a really concerted effort to focus on ups – not downs. I went for a walk after gym this evening, and for the first 20 minutes I found myself falling into heavy, dark, unproductive thoughts. Then I remembered I’m supposed to be retraining my brain to think of a positive future. So I tried remembering happy times in my life – peaceful, simple times, with family and friends.
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