On Monday, my therapist said she thinks we've reached the "maintenance" stage of my sessions. That basically means that we'll do a check-in at the…
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One of my rules of recovery is that scales are off-limits. My nutritionist had me do a "blind weigh" at my initial appointment because she needed record…
When I was growing up, I thought everything had feelings. Especially things with faces. I had a pair of fuzzy slippers with a smiling moon…
One of the most annoying things about mental illness is going into therapy thinking you're in an awesome place and leaving with emotional burdens you…
Having anxiety means I'm always worrying about 20 steps ahead or romanticizing 20 steps behind me. Like a lot of people, it can be hard…
“Amor fati” is the philosophical concept of seeing everything that happens in your life (including suffering, loss, and hardship) as good or, at the very…
This was the first week I spent in my new apartment. I started out on a bit of an adrenaline high adjusting to my new…
Continue reading → Getting By With (A Lot Of) Help From My Friends
I was 18 the first time I got my heart broken. I remember finally understanding what that English teacher (who I reference all the time)…
There are times when I really feel the growth I've achieved in terms of my mental wellness (and overall health). And then there are times…
I grew up on a steady diet of Disney movies, 90s chick flicks and, being a creative mind and hopeful romantic, a barrage of my…
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