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 →
An angry storm blew in today and knocked me to the ground. I tried to find my bearings but nothing could be found. It howled and cursed and grumbled-- hurled hailstones at my feet. My attempts to rise were futile, I prepared to admit defeat The road is slick with raindrops The path... Continue Reading →
I feel much better today, yet the only thing different is that I DECIDED to feel different. I had been sitting around waiting for things to just magically get better on their own, when the power to change things lay within me all along.
I've been feeling rather aimless lately. Largely because my apartment lease ran out at the end of June and I still haven't found a new place to live. I suppose I should be grateful that I have family that doesn't mind me staying with them until I find something, but because my family lives in... Continue Reading →
We all get anxious, unsettled and uncomfortable. And we've developed a range of coping mechanisms to deal with it. If you're sitting here wondering what I'm talking about, then your coping mechanism is probably denial.
I'm a do-er. Or in Fraggle Rock lingo, a doozer. Remember them? Those guys were always busy. Working, moving around, building things. I never really knew what they were building, or if the work they were doing had any real purpose, but man could they go to town. In fact, if my sources are correct, these little... Continue Reading →