When I was 21, I tripped harder than I ever have in my life by snorting two hits of 2C-B. It began with Nicholas and I highkey losing our shit (figuratively and literally), then clutching each other on the floor like scared, naked children. After the initial intensity of it was smoothed out (our dealer … Continue reading Lloyd.
TW: discussion of eating disordersIn a sea of unavoidable "omg I'm gonna eat nothing but bananas and lose, like, so much weight!" posts during this time of year, let me be the light of common sense. Or at least some kind of rebellion against hating yourself so much that starving seems like a good idea. … Continue reading Happy New Year! Diet Culture Still Sucks!!
Saturday, October 08, 2016 The past two weeks, I have had to push myself well beyond my comfortable limits. I truly dealt with the repercussions of this last night, when I was woken up out of a dead sleep by a sensation I can only describe as my arm being pulled out of its socket. … Continue reading Can't Versus Won't: Thoughts on Spoon Theory
The past week has been... a ride. It reminded me that recovery is far from linear, and things might set you back, but all you can do is keep moving forward. One of the more notable things that has happened is my recent contact with my ex, Pisces. Our conversations have been cordial with some … Continue reading Mental Health Progress is Not a Straight Line
For my American readers, this week is home to my favorite holiday of them all: Thanksgiving. If you were unaware, my religious affiliation is vaguely Buddhist with a side of "I don't really care, God probably isn't real, but if that makes you happy that's cool". This is one of the major reasons Christmas isn't … Continue reading Gratitude should come more than once a year
I'm a picker. Even when I'm not stressed but especially when I'm stressed, I pick at everything. Acne on my face, hangnails on my fingers, hairs on my chin, the goop in the corner of my cat's eye, the tiny spot of adhesive left after you peel a sticker, the lint off of your shoulder, … Continue reading Coping Mechanisms. Or Lack Thereof.
OR: Why I'm obsessed with every person i meet I had a revelation this morning that I think I've probably seen before in myself but refused to really look in the eyes. My words exactly, confided to my best friends and now shared with the internet: "Growing up is accepting that my borderline brain will … Continue reading BPD Traits: Difficulty Being Alone & Image Instability
