Investments

I’ve been thinking of the things I invest in, and how it’s possible that I haven’t invested seriously in recovery lately. I used to feel guilty over spending money–not just because it’s my husband who makes the vast majority of our money, but also because I was raised without having money. We didn’t have muchContinue reading “Investments”

OK, Fine.

“OK, fine.” That’s what I said to my therapist as I begrudgingly agreed that she might be right about my preferred mode of communication with my husband (and all other living, breathing things). I don’t deal well in moments of intense emotion–I typically freeze and just shut down. That makes speaking difficult. I have learnedContinue reading “OK, Fine.”

Lunch

Part of my disordered eating has always centered around lunch. It’s a weird meal, isn’t it? Throughout schooling, it’s the main social event of each day–where kids get to compare, trade, and eventually make choices about what to eat in the cafeteria. Then, it’s a strange siesta in the middle of the work day, whereContinue reading “Lunch”