We have fifteen minutes before we sit for breakfast, or what I consider fifteen minutes of pain. It is agonizing before the meals, knowing that in just minutes you are going to have to face your demons square in the face, tell them to fuck off, and then eat your food. Telling the eating disorder […]

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It is a sad day. They are all sad days. We’ve finished our dinner, done our post, checked in, and like ants on a hill scurry around grabbing our belongings as we go to our private corners to blog, journal, smoke, and gripe about how fat we are. Emily took me away this afternoon and […]

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I’ve got to get back to following my other blogs but there just isn’t time in the day. Today has been miserable and emotional and the cutting screams at me to indulge and I can only turn down the noise. Everything is after me at once and it seems we have more bad days than […]

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As I sit here on the lounge chair, I look out at the other women in the residential house. Some are crocheting, some are journaling, others are simply napping. I blog. I know that none of them know of my blog because none of them know of me. I hate days like I had today. […]

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It’s been a while since we posted. Feels like unfamiliar territory. It’s been a while since we did anything. Since February we’ve been hospitalized. Since April we’ve been in residential. We got the weight restored on our body; mixed feelings about that. We have finally begun to work on the trauma. It is truly, truly […]

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