Sometimes self-care doesn’t feel good.
Continue readingSelf-Care Summer
therapy
Hindsight’s 2020
I picked a weird time in history to get myself together.
Continue readingYou’ve Made it This Far, Kid!
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 readingDefine Normal
Do you consider yourself normal?
Continue readingIt’s Okay
The cool thing about virtual therapy is that you can watch yourself cry.
Continue readingMedication, Monsters, and Myths
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 readingBRB Descending into Madness
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.
Semisolid Sanity 