A lot of people I know who suffer with mental health difficulties, also struggle with their weight. For me, it’s a combination of lack of impulse control, a cycle of bingeing and purging, weight gaining medication and being unable to get out of bed let alone to a spin class. Possibly a few other reasons…… Continue reading I’m fine, just fat
One of the reasons why I’m not writing these days, is I am just plain old happy. As human beings happiness is the highest achievement we can strive for, as a tortured artist it is death… It’s not that happiness doesn’t or can’t have the same intensity as darker feelings or is any less worthy…… Continue reading I’m not a chain smoking goblin
I need to JUST WRITE and get all the words out of me. I don’t quite know what has happened to me. I used to be a writer, a blogger, now… I’m not. I don’t know who I am or how I got here. Why can’t I be the person I want to be? Used…… Continue reading Purge
I come across this persona time and time again in movies, T.V shows, novels and real life itself. The ideal ‘strong person’. Not physically strong, though I suppose that helps but mentally strong. Someone who can rise again and again, overcome every obstacle no matter how large, who can battle through and succeed no matter the weather. Someone…… Continue reading What makes you strong?
It’s absurdly ridiculous. Many won’t understand. Nothing tragic has happened, no loved one has died, all my limbs are still firmly attached. Nonetheless. I am missing part of who I was. I quit smoking! Smoking was/ is more than just an action. It is/ was more than an addiction. I was A SMOKER. Not just someone…… Continue reading I’ve lost part of my identity
A few years ago, a very dear friend of mine bought me this book. It’s a wonderful little book full of quirky inspirations. Although I have read through this pocket sized, prompt filled cornucopia many times, I have sadly, not yet written anything inspired from it. This is about to change. I have started and…… Continue reading 642 Tiny Things To Write About
When I sleep I cough and wheeze Sitting up I snot and sneeze When I swallow my neck doth ache Yet it burns with thirst, no drink can slate And I am too drugged up on cold medications and cough syrup to finish this poem in a funny way. Wrap up warm everyone! Featured photo by Aaron…… Continue reading The common killer