Last week, I got a new book called “Almost Anorexic.” As I began reading it, I could heard Ana’s voice whisper, “That was you! You weren’t REALLY anorexic! Why don’t we try this again? You can do ‘better’ (a.k.a. get smaller) than where you were before!” (In my head I hear Ludacris rapping “How low can you go?”) But even Cady… Read More ED as a 1st priority.
In one of my recent posts, I mentioned trying to get off anti-depressants. Let me trade identities with Mr.Frank for a second- I’m back on those suckers. Not because I was dying of depression, but because my body felt so exhausted! I jumped off of them way too quickly, and I had a horrible time trying… Read More Medication, boys, and real life.
Instead of seeing my regular therapist today, I met with a new one. This time it’s a lady. She had red eyes (or so it seemed) & was quick to speak. She imitated my body language to the T. She used reflective speaking (“So it seems you are saying…“) Lol. Sorry ladies & gents, I appreciate the effort,… Read More New Therapist: Friend or Foe