Bathroom secrets

The need to write is strong, but the words aren’t easy to come by. My mind is split. Raked out the center. Emptied of all reality. I’m disillusioned. Our actions are those taken by a troubled woman, but she feels no urgency at all. What for one woman might be a cry for help, for […]

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Trouble Ahead

The content of this post is frightening me. Rereading it, I can’t believe I’m going to hit the “publish” button. It serves to show how desperate I am. This is the only place I have to turn to right now. I have no friends to talk to. No therapist to listen to me. I knew […]

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I see what I expect.

This would be funny if it weren’t so true. “I see what I expect.” ~ Annie Dillard. I just read her for my American Lit class, and I love that line. I know if all I expect to “see” in me is the worst possible attributes, then that is exactly what I’ll see: the worst. […]

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Mary, Mary

I’m feeling quite sad. I found out my friend, Mary, lost her battle with Anorexia and passed away. Mary and I were good friends in treatment. Mary was a little naughty in the hospital and was not allowed to be away from the nurse’s station, so she always asked me to join her at the […]

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Silent Screams

Things are quiet, but they’re not. There’s not much to talk about, but there’s so much to say. I haven’t been posting or taking photos of my food because the words aren’t there and neither is the food. The eating disorder is a little bit louder these days, and I’m having a hard time with […]

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