Two years since I decided that I couldn’t live like that anymore.
Two years since I started facing one of the hardest parts of who I was.
Two bloody years.
I had gotten to a point in my eating disorder that I could no longer imagine my life without it. As if my ED had finally made itself a formal extension of me.
No, screw that.
Two years since I stopped letting my ED control my every movement, plan my schedules, and run my life.
Continue reading ➞ Cheerio’s & Fruitloops: Dangers in the Pantry and my ED.
As in, where the fuck has my inspiration gone?
As in, I’ve worked for the last 6 years of my life studying towards a degree but what the fuck is happening now that I am about to graduate?
The; dun dun naaa, what the heck is next? And can I actually be bothered doing what I have been doing for the last however many years?
I call this the clarity after the ‘working haze.’ And it has nothing to do with clarity at all. In fact, it is quite literally the opposite. It is, rather, a haze of insecurity, a clouded sense of self; and a very misappropriated motivation.
Continue reading ➞ Crap, I Dropped My Inspiration.