I recently made the switch to a new therapist.Continue reading
Sometimes self-care doesn’t feel good.Continue reading
I picked a weird time in history to get myself together.Continue reading
When I was first introduced to therapy, I was thirteen or fourteen years old. The basic idea was, “You are sick, and you need to get better.”Continue reading
Do you consider yourself normal?Continue reading
The cool thing about virtual therapy is that you can watch yourself cry.Continue reading
I see my therapist every Wednesday morning and this week we decided we’d step down to biweekly visits. I’m a little nervous about this, but I think it will be for the best.Continue reading
When I started this blog, I was in residential treatment getting help for my eating disorder for the second time. I wanted a way to mass-blast my close friends and family back home with updates on how I was doing and what I was learning in treatment. I wrapped every essay up in a little bow and proclaimed that I was growing stronger every day, as if recovery from an eating disorder (or any mental illness) is a linear path through a Zen garden which one walks down while therapists chuck coping skills like rose petals at your feet.