2015: Shitting Rainbows
shitting rainbows It’s my favorite saying. If you’ve ever heard me speak about my journey to recovery and life thereafter then you’ve heard me say it plenty. Unless there were teachers in the room, then I try to clean up my act for school kiddies. So what does it mean? Exactly what you think. My […]
Tears of Strength, Cries of Bravery
‘My daughter has cancer’ is a sentence I will never get used to saying outline, nor do I want to. Today, I had to tell that to a stranger in the grocery store when she asked about Marjorie’s PICC line. “My daughter has cancer.” Her simple question was one of the hardest I’ve ever had to […]
Channeling My Inner Julia
Tonight I cooked and ate dinner. For most, this feat is nothing to write home about. But for me, on this particular night, this dinner warrants serious accolades. My sweet husband is out of town so it has been up to me to take care of not just the baby, but myself as well. My […]
Forever a Rocketchix.
Throughout my life I have let exterior things define me. Whether it was appearance, grades, sorority, jobs or sports, I relied on something else to shape that who I was. Recovery has taught me to define my authentic self with, well…just me. This is not to say the other activities and things are not in […]
Second Letter to ED: NBD No More.
This letter was written approximately one year after the first letter I wrote to my eating disorder (Letter to Ed). It is interesting to go back and note the difference between the two. The first was written only six months into my outpatient treatment and the second was written a year later while I was […]