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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

“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

dear united healthcare: we are all more than a number

dear united healthcare: we are all more than a number

I want to start this post by saying how appreciative both CJ and I are for the response we received for CJ’s raw, beautiful, and heart wrenching letter to my eating disorder. When I first read it, my jaw dropped

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

just freakin’ do it already: the power to make decisions

just freakin’ do it already: the power to make decisions

I’ve been a bit frustrated with myself recently. I feel like I’ve put together a pretty handy toolbox of resources and positive coping mechanisms over the past year or so. I know how to implement each skill in isolation. Oh,