I finally have a decent chunk of time to post. Rest assured, I read them all and they are greatly appreciated. Me, talking to my patients. And I got a second date. Ah, I took .

The long winded road to recovery from an eating disorder. Remember that dress you used to wear? Leopard shift and it made you so pretty. Now it hangs alone, gathering dust. Never again will you wear it aged twenty. For an illness has stolen your world. An illness without a drug or a pill. It has stolen that smiling young girl. You look in your stained bedroom mirror. See a broken and unrepaired wreck. But you fake a smile with falsified pride.

I need to be stronger. I can be beautiful in my own eyes again. Tomorrow is a brand new day.

Recovery, life, living, being human. A Little Bit of Self-Care. I woke up yesterday absolutely crunched. No energy, no motivation. Too Much Spin, Not Enough Living.

After our honeymoon, he told me about his cancer diagnosis which he had received prior to the honeymoon. We planned his surgery around his workload. I spent many hours researching and stressing and worrying and crying. I mainly stopped seeing my friends. I worked all the time. I was so busy and I made good money. There was nothing else to do. Then what was I doing having one? I beat them to it by a few months.