I know who I am, but I don’t know if I really know who I am. I am me, but am I the me from
Maybe you’re having a bad day. Maybe you’ve been having a bad week. Maybe you had pushed ED to the background and thought that he
ED makes me feel special. I get to be different from everyone with ED. I’m not vanilla pudding in a crowd when ED’s with me.
I write to hold on to sanity. I write to undo the knots that get tied around my heart. I write to build my community.