Thoughts On Stigma: Don’t Underestimate How Big Of A Deal Survival Is
Stigma hasn’t killed me yet, and that has to count for something.
A Quiet Rebellion
Hope is a quiet rebellion.
A Lesson on Loss
Loss has been such a persistent experience this year that I have stopped fighting it and stopped asking it questions.
To The Strangers Who Kept Me Going
He was a friendly and familiar face at a time when I felt incredibly alone.
When Your Eating Disorder Doesn’t Have a Name
My eating disorder looks quiet to the outside world.
The Girl Who Has It Together
I stiffened in anticipation of the tidal wave of judgment that was sure to wash over me, but it never came.
My Body Remembers
The pain I feel is big and intertwined tightly with shame, guilt, and rage.
Eating Disorder Recovery: The Beautiful Part of Falling
What I have done throughout my recovery is not only find a way for me to have a better relationship with food—although that is a major part of the process—but to also see the roots beneath the tree of my disorder, helping me to unveil the bigger picture.
From the Psych Unit to Becoming a Therapist
I had to accept the fact that my body needed some help to make it livable.
Carrying the Weight of My Skin
There is a myriad of battles fought in the minds of those who wake up every day wearing dark brown skin in a world where the less melanin you have, the more freedom you may enjoy.
Love Is Not One Thing but It Can Often Be Found in Everything
Our ideas of what love looks like and can look like are far from stagnant. They grow, they adapt, they evolve.
883 Days
I was in therapy for fifteen weeks, called the crisis line six times, and made one attempt to stop the pain. But these numbers are not the ones that define my experience.
