After a lifetime of looking good for other people, I needed to reclaim my body.
Restrictive diet as a treatment for Anorexia?
An impromptu poem, written via text.
Our minds will write incredible stories to resolve our grief.
How do I let go when my girls are the only thing keeping me alive?
Accepting when a relationship just can’t work.
A true story of map-making and sacrifice.
You have to find them yourself.
“Your voice has extraordinary power to heal. Will you try?”
When “See Something, Say Something” goes horribly, horribly wrong.
It’s a relief — not a victory.
Food is not going to fix dysfunctional thinking patterns or trauma we’ve experienced.
My children will learn other things besides chasing someone else’s idea of success.
The things left unsaid could fill volumes.
Because self-neglect is literally killing me.
What did he do wrong this time? (Part 2 of 3)