At an eating disorder support group I led recently, a mom said the one “gift” her daughter could give her was to try and recover from her anorexia. She was struggling with understanding how her daughter could see the damage her eating disorder was doing to their family and still refuse to even try recovery. […] [...]
If you had told me "you can't heal what you can't feel" a few months ago, I probably would have smacked you.
It's crazy to believe how much things have changed over the past year. I'd like to think, that at the very least, I'm gradually gaining a clearer view of myself and hopefully even life in general.
We're all just broken people searching for ways to heal ourselves, or chasing the courage to believe we're worthy to try. - J.S.
A thoughtful note submitted to me by a reader that I thought I'd share. I'll let his simple eloquence do the talking: "I will say this... One of the things people probably say most often about my being a writer is how cathartic it must be, how it must help me get rid of stuff. [...]
Personal growth isn't rewriting your history or changing the inherent essence of who you are but it can feel just as scary. Denying that I have a problem might have temporarily sheltered me from this fear, but also prevented me from realizing my strengths I could use to help me through it.
A not-so-eloquent stream of conscious thought containing some ramblings about life, society, and lying on the couch.