So get out there and spread the love people. It’s the only weapon we have left. Because getting rid of Donald Trump will not fix things. He’s already unleashed the dragon, and the dragon is us.
Here's another poem I wrote along the lines of the one I wrote yesterday. It's a little depressing, but then, eating disorders are depressing. No point in glossing over that or pretending my past didn't happen. As depressing as parts of it have been, it's also made me who I am, and for that I'm grateful.
I'm taking a poetry class right now, and I'm finding I don't have many powerful events from my life to write about. Sadly, much of my life has been consumed by an eating disorder, which I guess is a powerful event all its own. Understandably, much of my poetry focuses on it, the feelings its... Continue Reading →
Anorexics don't exist. Nor, for that matter, do bulimics, or alcoholics, or schizophrenics. There is no such thing as "the mentally ill," just people with mental illnesses. In short, PEOPLE ARE NOT THEIR CONDITIONS. There are people with anorexia, yes. But anorexics? Never met one. There's an unfortunate tendency in society to label people. We... Continue Reading →
It's that time of year again -- Eating Disorder Awareness Week begins today and runs through this coming Saturday. The theme this year is again "I had no idea," alluding to the fact that so many people know so little about eating disorders and the truth behind them. While this is true, and I would... Continue Reading →
In the wake of the acquittal of Darren Wilson, the police officer who shot Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri, and the grand jury's decision not to indict the policeman responsible for Eric Garner's death in New York City, I feel compelled to write. First, though, I'm not here to wax poetically about racial justice or... Continue Reading →
Society tries to tell us that smiles and happiness are the only acceptable ways to navigate the world, and so I assume I must be doing something wrong. I try to fix what in reality, isn't even broken. And all of this fight and struggle only makes things worse.
The point is, resisting things does not make them any easier or more tolerable. In fact, it makes them more difficult and more painful.
Part of the reason I started this blog was to help people understand what it's like to live with something like an eating disorder. (Or anxiety, or depression, or any other type of mental illness.) There is so much misunderstanding out there about mental illness that I hoped to serve as a beacon of light... Continue Reading →