“There Will Be Cake” To be free of the obsession….that is what a day in the life of recovery will look like. A day in the life of recovery firstly means I’m not constantly monitoring if and when I need to throw up throughout the day, or worried I won’t be near a toilet whenContinue reading “Writing Assignment: A Great Day in the Life of Recovery from My Eating Disorder (exercise)”
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Writing Assignment: Worst Day Of My Eating Disorder (exercise)
I’ve been doing this so long, I have multiple memories related to the horror of having an eating disorder run and ruin my life. 7th grade – First time purging in the half bathroom of our kitchen. I chose one of the hardest, messiest foods to throw up – spaghetti. I remember being so painfullyContinue reading “Writing Assignment: Worst Day Of My Eating Disorder (exercise)”
and God is like the air (poem)
i imagine an actual storm within meand God is like the air creating the spacefor the thunder and lighting and rainto be and do and speak interspersed among the moleculesof change and changing i imagine an actual storm within meand pieces of dust scatterand God is like the air
the landing place (poem)
maybe we have to becomecompletely unlike ourselves first let the air between our joints blow uplike a bubblepushing the body away from itself then see how it comes back togetheror doesn’t the landing place could be miles and milesaway from where we startedor we could end up next door there are so many hills toContinue reading “the landing place (poem)”
Fighting Forward
A few things coincided to give me the push I needed to pick up the phone and make the brave call to a dietitian specializing in eating disorders. Reading Hannah Brencher’s “Fighting Forward” was one of those things. I’ve included a few key passages below that spoke to me… it was as if she wasContinue reading “Fighting Forward”
it happened slowly (poem)
i dont know how it happenedbut of course i know how it happened it happened slowlylike pulling a toothlike preparing souplike glasses slipping down your nose and now i am journeying backwardsunraveling a ball of string that knows no other form and all of these new road signs look funnyeven though i have passed themaContinue reading “it happened slowly (poem)”
and delay, they say (poem)
like water like raini have the reasons whybut it still does not make sense to mesuch fear and disdain stuffed into one tiny body and braini do not know how i ended up hereand i do not know what is ahead or what will remain so many times i have scraped the bottomand thought yesContinue reading “and delay, they say (poem)”
running shoes (poem)
i am never full but always about to explodethese imaginings still haunt me, decades laterit seems impossible it has not resolvedit seems impossible that it could have beenthe sages tell me i cannot think my way into right action–all the studying cannot help me nowbut if i just choose to put one foot forwardthe otherContinue reading “running shoes (poem)”
Tasting Freedom 