New Perspective on Life
It feels so cliché to even write about this…
I am writing my story. Not here – not right now. But on my own
My recovery is not going at the speed some people would like. I’m too slow.
When I’m not going forward in recovery, I’m perfectly happy to accept sideways. Because moving
I am into the second week of my Author Awakening Adventure – and I finally
Well ladies and gentlemen – and those who do not confidently or comfortably fit into
To eat or not to eat. That is the question.
So I’ve gone backwards. Slipping and sliding and rolling around. Bingeing and purging every day
I feel like I’m barely holding on at the moment. Clinging on with my fingernails
There’s a cloak wrapped tight around me.
A cloak of grief.
For the fourth time in my life, I find myself going through the intimate possessions
If the universe was reasonable, it would allow me to “fully recover” before throwing curve
Since I fell apart last year, people keep asking, Are you okay?
My grandmother was called Peace as a child. She was the youngest of three girls
My grandmother passed away in her sleep overnight. I’ve been caring for her the past
As soon as I make a little bit of progress – and find a few
I am coming to the end of an eight week online course for recovery from
Day 30 of the challenge. I made it!
In case you missed it,
I am recovering. I am not recovered… I am in recovery. This I believe. This
I have to eat food.
I have to eat food – six times
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