Forward
I reached five years of being self-harm free this past October. It was a milestone that often seemed impossible to achieve.
Topic: recovery
I Want to Live
It was a matter of telling myself, “I want to live,” even when all I wanted to do was die.
Stories
Today, I share my story of survival. I did not believe that I would live to see my 18th birthday, yet here I am, living.
The Perils Of Untreated Bipolar Disorder
“What’s wrong with me?” I pleaded. “Am I bipolar or something?”
A Hospital Kind of Joy
beyond the clouds, it is there. waiting at an oak table with a mug of donut shoppe coffee and a newspaper, saying, “you’re alive. isn’t that the greatest thing anybody can be?”
Four Drinks In
I love myself four drinks in. Four shots of vodka and I am a great mom. Four drinks in and I’m funny and likable. The anxiety disappears. My mind quiets.
Care to Walk With Me?
It’s possible to live with scars, to feel the same pain you feel right now and to not hurt yourself because of it, to want to stop.
3 Reasons That Depression is Like a Tunnel
Depression is like a tunnel, not a cave.
Before and After
When I see declarations of happiness in pounds lost and images of shrinking frames, the voice of my eating disorder begins to rustle.
Keep Going
Tomorrow you will do it all again. I know that’s scary to hear, especially since today you contemplated handing it in, crashing the car, putting a stop to it all. But keep going.
We Can Live Anyway
The funny thing about being broken, however, is that’s where you start to build yourself back up.
Here. Now. In Good Company.
Time doesn’t tell you about the late-night phone calls answered, the grocery store runs when the razors were returned to the shelf, or the first time I decided to walk out the door wearing shorts.
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