MIA, MIA, MIA
I need to binge. I want to binge. I’m going to binge … says Mia … Why? … whispers Reason … Why? We do […]
Tag: mental health
I DREAM
I dream that one day I will be freed from the shackles of anxiety’s chaos. Freed from the pounding heart, shallow breaths […]
CONFESSIONS OF A DISORDERED MIND
Sometimes I worry that the reason I struggle with recovery, is I don’t want to recover. And sometimes I worry that the […]
UNEXPECTED IDEATION
Some days I want to live. Some days I want to die. I’m not suicidal – not anymore. Or not at the […]
DEAR DEPRESSION…
… I thought you’d gone away. I thought we had a little chat and I told you we can’t be friends any […]
WORST BOYFRIEND EVER
He wants me. He needs me. He loves me. He sounds interested and knowing. He rejoices when my heart is singing. His […]
LOVE IS A SPLENDID THING
How easy it is to love. How hard it is to be loved… At the risk of repeating myself too many times, I […]
THE STARVING CHILD
Today I awoke to the sight of little brown furry ears resting on my pillow, peering out the window at the rising […]
FINDING STRENGTH FOR RECOVERY THROUGH FATIGUE
My fatigue is back. It went away for a while. I didn’t miss it. Good riddance, I thought. Then it came back. For fuck’s […]
EXERCISING MY WAY TO GOOD MENTAL HEALTH
Exercising regularly changed my life. It toned my body, turned fat to muscle, allowed me to enjoy the great outdoors, gave me a safe […]
VIRTUES & VICES
Self compassion is tricky to master. The compassionate concepts I am encouraged to apply, were considered heinous insults throughout my formative years.
RECOVERY DREAM
Recovery is a dream. A distant, foreign concept. A world of freedom I desperately want to live in, but struggle to believe will ever […]
MONDAY MORNING MANTRAS
I am entering into a phase of recovery (ie the beginning…) where I am doggedly determined to embark upon this road and make […]
FREEDOM
I live in a house, surrounded by nature. I sit in bed of a morning, watching native birds sing in the tree outside my bedroom window. I can see the water. I can hear the waves. I can watch the sunrise. These things are always here. They always have been. I’ve lived in this house for 16 years.
THE SCALES OF JUSTICE
I am a prisoner in a cell of my own making. Each morning, I stand upon the Scales of Justice to determine […]