Monthly Archives: July 2013
A poem to my ED
What do you want with me you contagious, belittling bastard? Do you want to watch me cripple and crumble to the ground, In a heap of sheer desperation that is encaptured in your wrath Yet desperate to break free from … Continue reading
Justifying an eating disorder.
I sometimes imagine what I would say to someone who told me I was pathetic for having bulimia, or who told me to stop being so weak. I try to imagine how I would justify scowling and letting the sun … Continue reading
Bulimia
My paper has become the most healing, cathartic, valuable tool in my recovery. My followers. Comments. Support from all these people I have never even met. But sometimes nothing is enough. Love is not enough from those closest to me, … Continue reading
Update
Recovery is going well. So well that I am feeling so positive that I struggle to write anything meaningful? Apparently that’s a problem real writers have when their emotional issues or depression lifts… they lose the ability to write. I … Continue reading
A Letter to ED.
Dear Ed, When will you be done with me? What is it you want with me? Do you want to kill me, to take my life? Do you want to wreck me or break me? Because I am determined not … Continue reading
I won’t run.
I am having a struggle this morning. And it isn’t the usual; it isn’t that I want to binge. I made myself wake up relatively early (I want to get my sleeping pattern a bit more on track, I am … Continue reading
One of Those Days…
One of those days where it feels like I am trying to swim through ice. Cold, painful, but most importantly, immobile. I woke up and tried to mask my dread at tackling the day. I ate breakfast and did some … Continue reading
Good Morning Bulimia 