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triggers, tryptophan, tranquility: thanksgiving dinner with an eating disorder

triggers, tryptophan, tranquility: thanksgiving dinner with an eating disorder

It’s now been 2 weeks since our country elected the most racist, xenophobic, transphobic, Islamophobic, homophobic, anti-semitic ableist, and I still feel heavy with grief, sadness, and fear. This is a complicated time, to say the least; a time that

“you are needed to be a part of the change you want to see”

“you are needed to be a part of the change you want to see”

hello my dear friends. this is a hard post to write, so bear with me. For the past week, I’ve taken the advice of my therapist and have refrained from writing in my journal. It’s been hard at times, as

moving away from self-blame during a lapse

moving away from self-blame during a lapse

“That dinner was huge. It was much bigger than we had in day” “I haven’t been meeting all of my exchanges” “It makes me feel good so I don’t feel as depressed and anxious…” OJ’s words are familiar, but I

CJ: what i want you to know but my ED does not

CJ: what i want you to know but my ED does not

I’ve always thought of my eating disorder as a very personal thing. There were years where I was in my eating disorder and no one really knew. Because of this, many people have told me (and in some ways, I

the NEDA conference, pop tarts, oreos, and recovery

the NEDA conference, pop tarts, oreos, and recovery

The first part of my journal entry from September 22, 2016, a mere 19 days after leaving residential reads: “Overall today felt hard. That’s okay though. I’m okay. There are hard days. There always will be, and I’ve gotten through