I almost didn’t write a new post this week. My blog feels the farthest thing from my mind right now. Between getting all my curriculum
Having the right mindset for exercise takes balance. I’m sure experts will give you research and studies done to help people get off the couch
I love my life. I would hope that most people could make that statement, but my fear is that many can’t. I often times look
Baby steps. Absolutely nothing wrong with baby steps. I remember at treatment I could not even imagine what recovered would be like. It seemed unattainable.
I’ve been sitting here for a good hour, typing, deleting, typing, deleting, typing again, deleting again. I’m convinced that I’ve lost the ability to write.
ED sits sullenly on the back burner, pushed out of the way to make room for the more important pots to boil. He sits congealing
The beginning and the end. From the start to the finish. The gun goes off and the tape breaks. The light flips on and the
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.
Therapist. There is a stigmatism associated with the word. A sign of weakness? A source of embarrassment? The reason for jokes? My view of the
Eating disorders are built on rules. Rules create boundaries. ED guards those boundaries with an iron fist. Outside the boundaries live anxiety and fear. Inside the boundaries