i'm glad there are people stronger than me to keep doing the work you do. there is so much i can't see about myself and my latest life lesson has been a stronger realization of the disease taking actual worth, not just pounds and joy. i don't even know when i stopped seeing me.
i will write again if things improve. i don't want to take space when things are not good.
be well sweet Medusa.
keep telling the truth.
know you are loved.
So two things struck me as I read about Marie. One is that I must keep fighting. I am despite it being a daily, sometimes hourly battle. I’m not all alone on this tour, but I still play things very close to the vest, particularly after my encounter with an 'expert' last year. I tend toward being incredibly private anyway, a family issue of sorts, and anorexia just isn't something one talks about in polite company. The second thing I considered is that I haven't got any control over what happens to my mother if something happens to me. That circles back onto the first thing and on...
I want you to know that I am well, happy, and much loved.
One day I will share my own story and why I blog about EDs.