February 26 – March 4 is National Eating Disorder Awareness Week. This year’s theme is Let’s Get Real. The goal is to “expand the conversation and highlight stories we don’t often hear.” Support My Walk Until I started meeting people in recovery, I knew no one else with an eating disorder. Which, considering that 30 million Americans struggle with one, seems suspicious. Once I began speaking about my own, so many women around me started sharing their own stories. I can’t say for certain, but I’m pretty sure that if
I feel like I should preface this post with a bunch of qualifiers (I like kids, really, I do!) which is both annoying and contrary to my strongly held belief that people do not need to justify their life choices. However, given the touchy subject, I would like to assure you that none of my choices are intended as an indictment of yours. I am happy for you to have everything you want. I am also very happy with what I have.
Earlier this week I came across an article, “7 Ways I Take Care of Myself During Depressive Episodes,” by Taylor Steele over on The Body Is Not An Apology (which you should read, like, all the time). I can identify with a lot of what the author has to say, especially with the sentiment that I am so over the stigma around talking about mental illness. Ditto treating mental health as separate and wholly different from physical health.
As I mentioned in a previous post, this has been a particularly difficult month so far. I have a lot of ideas for what I want to write about, but very little drive to get it together. In lieu of real content, here’s four sad songs I’m listening to as I grieve for my brother. Seu Jorge, Life on Mars? My brother and I both loved The Life Aquatic. Seu Jorge’s pared-down portuguese covers of David Bowie songs feature throughout the film. I think we both liked how goofy the
I often think of grief as a heavy coat I can’t ever take off. Sometimes it’s what I need to be wearing to weather the place I’m in. Other times it’s hot and miserable and makes me feel totally out of place. June is a tough month under normal circumstances, and this one is no exception.