Right now I should be writing about Galenic theory and the Hippocratic school. I realise that this is procrastination in a charade of productivity. I just cleaned my kitchen and my bathroom, too. My hands are still dry from dish soap. I miss writing. Even my journal is more collected pieces of paper, scraps of … Continue reading mad crazy tired. (when recovering is not glamourus).
I missed participating in NEDA week partially because it was also the week before my best friends wedding day, partially because my words are a bit tangled in the debris of actually recovering right now. Despite my own lack of active participation, I watched as my social media feeds filled with the never-ending discussion of … Continue reading Let’s Get Real//late thoughts on NEDA week 2018
“Do you have any tips for shopping for a year 12 ball dress in recovery after gaining weight?” This question was sent to me the other day. Simple enough really, once sentence, one question, a string of words that pulled me back to 17, only to whip-lash back to the present. I started year 12 … Continue reading Trying to Live in a Recovering Body
If I could find a way to put the last few months into paragraphs, I would, but right now I am faced with a washing machine full of words. If I open it now everything will spill out, tangled in soap and dirty water, and I will be swamped. I’ve searched everywhere I can think … Continue reading Washing Machine Prayers
I caught myself kicking off again today. I don’t know why my brain does this to me, maybe it’s just part of the process of detangling myself, but for some reason my first reaction to a difficult time™ is to completely self destruct. Engaging in conversations that can only go badly. Running 5kms on an … Continue reading Protest//Forget
You are exquisite. An unrepeatable miracle. The most perfect and imperfect combination of DNA and cells, nature and nurture, time and place. You are a mind, a collection of firing synapses and neural pathways that will never be repeated. Hurting and healing, success and failure. You are graduation days and funerals, tears of joy and tears … Continue reading Make This House my Home #loveyourbodyweek
I used to tense up when I was told I ‘looked better’. I was proud of my disguise, but I also felt a strange sort of disconnect between the girl on the outside and what I was trying to understand about the inside of me. I had this sick belief that I deserved to have … Continue reading Inside Outside. (I am in recovery, but it is messy)