I don’t really know what I need to write. But I know I’m at a point when my brain is at capacity, like an elevator
Category: Body Image
Closing the Cracks
ED is quiet. Because I haven’t been letting him talk. The more I shut him up, the less power he has over me. I have
Fighting for Balance
Exercise. That is a tricky topic for me. I’d even say it’s a scary topic for me. I fooled people, including myself, into believing I
Perspective
I said hello and good-bye to Melrose all in one day this time. I assured the boys when Benj and I left this morning for
ED, You’re Out
I have already shared ED’s need for isolation and how that stole my social life for the past 15 years or so. But man, I’m
Comparison is Crap
ED knows how to steal joy. That is his job. The only way he wants me to be happy is if I’m following his rules
What Ifs . . .
I have never considered myself a worrier. I mean, I get nervous about things. I wonder how something is going to turn out. I might
Thanksgiving 2016
Thanksgiving as the first day home. As we were walking over to church this morning, the closer we got the more my heart started to
Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Home. Shaved legs. Different clothes. Tallies accounted for. How do I know I”m home? my loud boys, unlocked bathroom I can use without asking, shower