TREASURES
For the fourth time in my life, I find myself going through the intimate possessions of a family member. It is a […]
For the fourth time in my life, I find myself going through the intimate possessions of a family member. It is a […]
Since I fell apart last year, people keep asking, Are you okay? How can I help? If you need anything, just ask! They are genuine offers but I never know how to respond so just say I’m fine and don’t need anything. Not because I’m a martyr but because I genuinely have no idea.
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.
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 […]
I am recovering. I am not recovered… I am in recovery. This I believe. This I know. My recovery course is ending […]
At the start of this 30 day challenge I was determined to write consistently about recovery and freedom – unfortunately I quickly […]
I’m away for a night visiting friends. Friends I’ve known so long we’ve become sisters 🙂 This is a quick trip so […]
Oh, the irony… I’m in the midst of a 30-day challenge to write a post every day representing positivity and/or freedom from […]
Today was an eye opening day. It began as any other Saturday – a late lie-in, snuggling with my husband, watching the […]
Wallowing around in my little pity party yesterday was very cathartic. I feel fresh as a daisy today. Which is ironic given […]
I hate where I’m at in life right now. I want to go back. Or forward. Anywhere but here. It is a wish guaranteed […]
Perfectionistic thinking. It can be a bit of a curse. Apparently it can also be a really great personality trait – but I […]
I’m trying to picture a life free from disordered eating. What would it look like? How would I feel? What would be […]