identity

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

reclaiming a lost identity as a carer at the NEDA Conference

reclaiming a lost identity as a carer at the NEDA Conference

Hello from Boston! We are back home following a long-weekend in the great city of Chicago meeting eating disorder activists, professionals, carers, and those in recovery. This was our first time attending the National Eating Disorder Association’s (NEDA) conference and

emily doe, you’ve been heard.

Dear Emily Doe, I know you don’t know me, but I find comfort and strength in numbers so I wanted to write to you in case you feel similarly. I’ve found that it’s easy to isolate during these times and

mindful monday post 7: thank “you”

mindful monday post 7: thank “you”

I’m so fascinated by “You”, that all encompassing, yet ambiguous “You”, who inhabits her body with effortless joy. “You” who mindlessly bends down to pick up accidentally dropped papers, demonstrating grace and ease, while I have not yet been able to