I don’t think people truly understand why I write. How can they, when I’m not always sure of the reason myself. I never wanted to be a writer. There were many things I’ve wanted to be: Oceanographer Lawyer Surface Warfare Officer President Doctor Artist Entrepreneur Forensic Accountant Professor All of these careers were–at one time […]
If Only You Could See
It’s funny how I can go a whole day receiving no texts, Facebook messages, or phone calls…then get bombarded when I sit down to paint my nails. I mean giving yourself a manicure is hard enough, people. Try doing so while engaging in 3 conversations at once…all while watching a movie. It takes talent. But […]
This Time Around
I knew it would happen. Still, I wasn’t prepared. I’ve spent a lot of my past in eating disorder treatment. When I agreed to this intensive outpatient program, I knew the chance of seeing someone from my past admissions was high. I was right; one of the IOP dietitians was a familiar face. “You had a good […]
The Not-So-Christmas Spirit
“I feel like I’m out of control. I have no way of channeling my emotions,” I said. “I was hoping your blog would help you do that,” replied my mother. “I can’t write about this. Not really. I have called myself The Realistic Optimist, but I am anything but optimistic right now. I’m drowning in darkness.” […]
Just Keep Showing Up
About a month ago, I was on the phone with a friend who I admire a great deal. Actually, I must say that I admire all of my friends in one way or another. Whether it’s for their strength, character, vulnerability, or sense of humor, each of my friends has at least one quality that […]
Stripped Away
Raw. Naked. Vulnerable. This is how I feel. Stretched to the max. Out of my comfort zone. At the breaking point. This is where I am. Crying. Laughing. Straining. This is what I do. In the past, I’ve written posts that draw the parallels between the lives of humans and rose bushes; I strongly believe that […]