The topic of this post has been a long time coming. Just about my entire conscious life, in fact. And the events of the post took place nearly two weeks ago, but I needed some time and space to think it through. I know that this is not “The Answer” to all my problems, the …
First of all, I in no way whatsoever intend to hurt, offend, demean, dismiss, or disrespect anyone who has been in an abusive relationship of any kind. I’m not making light of abuse, at all. I am examining the ways I treat myself in an effort to be a healthier person. This is my lived …
My apologies for the stream-of-consciousness nature of this post. I have tried to rework it, but it resists. My thoughts are a tumbling jumble of crap that I need to sift through. This makes no sense. So if I continue the thinking of my previous post: I need to matter, and I only matter if …
“People’s actions are motivated by their needs. When we discover our needs, we discover who we are.” Dr. Lance Sweets–Bones, Season 3, Episode 14, “The Wannabe in the Weeds.” I have been watching the TV show Bones during my morning workouts, and this line really resonated with me in my current journey to figure my …
So I’ve been forced to conclude that my brain is broken. As I mentioned before, I lost nearly 90 pounds last year. Yay! But over the last two months, I’ve gained about six back. Not cool, but not the end of the world, right? I’ve still lost over 80 pounds, and I’m still working out; …
Disclaimer: These are my thoughts based on my experiences. I in no way feel that I speak for all people who are or have been overweight. Everyone’s story is deeply complex and personal. My issues are mine alone; I speak only for myself. Additionally, I know that not everyone judges others based on their appearance; …
I’ve lived my life this way for so long, it begs the question: why bother to fight my way out? Why go through the messy ugly painful confusing process of trying to understand why I am the way I am and figuring out how to be different. Both the process and the possible end results …
When I was 13, my parents told me I was too emotional, and it was too difficult for them to deal with. They told me this in the first week of a six-week cross-country road trip. Trapped for over five more weeks in a Dodge Grand Caravan with them and my 15-year-old brother, sleeping together …