acceptance

great expectations: you’re bringing me down in recovery

great expectations: you’re bringing me down in recovery

Measuring and comparing time always feels strange. It feels like I’ve been home for a long time, but I’ve only been home for about three weeks, about a quarter of the time I spent in residential treatment. I appreciate the

the subtle art of letting go: careers, passions, and eating disorders.

the subtle art of letting go: careers, passions, and eating disorders.

A large part of recovery is finding an identity outside of the eating disorder. In part, figuring this out has been searching for what I’m truly interested in when it comes to a career, as my eating disorder has clouded my

math sucks. and recovery feels asymptotic.

math sucks. and recovery feels asymptotic.

The reality of the situation is that it’s tough. The kind of tough that feels indefinable, yet I’m no stranger to its heaviness. The tough that feels too much. I feel too much. Shortly after I wrote about my struggle

mental illness and milestones (the big 3-0!)

mental illness and milestones (the big 3-0!)

Today… I turn 30! Over the past few days, people have reminded me that celebrating another birthday is a gift compared to the alternative. As I sit here, I know that to be true, but it’s also difficult to face the

ambivalence: the cost of bargaining in eating disorder recovery

ambivalence: the cost of bargaining in eating disorder recovery

The meaning of the word “bargain” is not typically known for having an emotional charge, except for perhaps the subtle (or not always so subtle) glee after finding that awesome $3.00 sweater at the bottom of a bin at Goodwill.