Let’s rewrite the story.

In fifth grade I stood with my hands on the counters, levitating myself above the scale.  First my big toe, then my entire foot - what would the number be? I saw the real number and shuddered.  No, that can’t be it. At ten years old I held onto the counter and lifted some of… Continue reading Let’s rewrite the story.


There was a time…

There was a time... When I feared upcoming doctor appoints, When I was scared of the fine line I walked between school and treatment.   There was a time... When I felt utterly numb and closed off to my emotions When food was my absolute enemy When even the sight of butter made me squirm.… Continue reading There was a time…

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Getting my wisdom teeth out and recovery?

Getting my wisdom teeth out gave me a glimpse into what recovery could look like?  I state that as a question because the two things seem completely unrelated at first.  They are two different entities entirely, how could being swollen and bruised allow me to remember a piece of my past life - a life… Continue reading Getting my wisdom teeth out and recovery?