Tag: jesus
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Recovery Is…
When I was deep in my anorexia, it was hard to imagine what a life without ED would look like. It was such a foreign concept. An abstract notion. I was trapped in a box that kept getting smaller and smaller, and I couldn’t picture what a life free from that “ED box” would be. So I…
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CRUSH THE SNAKE
ED is a slithering, slimy, snake in the way he can sneak his way into unexpected places in your life. A no-good, dirty, good-for-nothing snake. And you know what you do to a snake? YOU CRUSH IT. You chop off its head. Stomp on its face with the heel of your stiletto. You skewer it, cook it over an open flame and…
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He’s Jealous
Jesus is jealous of ED. There. I said it. You’re scratching you head. Whaaaat is this chick talking about? Has she completely lost it? Blasphemy! Just hear me out. Nowadays, a lot of us envision Jesus as this hippie-esq dude sporting sandals, flowing locks, and an easy-going peace sign, strumming an acoustic guitar, singing Kumbaya. Thank…
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Read This When Times are Hard
Close your eyes. Imagine yourself free. There’s no more fear surrounding food. There’s no more anxiety about burning calories or feeling enslaved to exercise. You’re just you. Free. Doing what you love to do. Maybe that’s dancing. Maybe that’s frolicking outside in the sunshine, or playing a musical instrument, or laughing with your friends. Whatever it is, ED is…
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Recover with Urgency #JuneAttackWeekend
A scary thing happened to me today. I was cooking my lunch on the gas stove this afternoon when the pot boiled over. Ugh – annoying. The flame blew out. Oh well, it was finished cooking anyways. So I took the pot off the burner. And since there was no visible flame, I forgot to turn it off…
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Remember Why
Do you remember 9/11? Many of you reading this may be too young to remember. Which, side note: is freaking insane and makes me feel ancient (which I’m not). 🙂 But 9/11 happened when I was a kid. So I do remember. I don’t need to go into a history lesson about that fateful day. But after 9/11 happened, our…
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Burn the Labels
Who are you? Ask anyone that question, and most likely, you’ll get one of a handful of answers: Most people will list their profession, or what they do. I’m a doctor, lawyer, teacher, actor, student, etc. Others will list something they’re known for: I’m a volleyball player. I’m violinist. They’ll spit you their label. As…
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For the Girls Whose Lives aren’t Rainbows and Butterflies
Recovering from an eating disorder is tough stuff. It’s scary. Mentally, emotionally and physically painful. You have extreme mood swings. Crippling self-doubt and hatred. You have to resist urges to exercise, purge, self-harm, what-have-you. There’s a constant inner battle of whether or not you should really surrender your eating disorder. Not to mention all the food and planning and calorie counting and meal…
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Overcoming Insomnia
It’s 4:21am. You’ve been literally tossing and turning for five hours. Willing yourself to sleep. Begging your brain to just shut down for the day. Pleading your mind to just let you fall asleep. You’ve tried praying. Counting sheep. Listening to music. Counting backwards. But to no avail. You have insomnia. It was the bane…
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When Looking Back Hurts
Looking back at painful times can be…well…painful. Reflecting on times where you were put through trials and suffering can make you feel numb or depressed, and it can open up wounds that you thought had healed. Being in recovery, looking back on the harrowing time when I was in my disease could be very desolate.…