In her talk, Gabby mentions that “the other person is you.” It’s a yogic concept, one I’ve heard before, though it never resonated in the past. But now I understand it. I identified to hate in this man precisely what I hate in myself. I projected onto him what I fear I exhibit to the rest of the world, which in doing so, I did exhibit. I manifested my greatest fear.
I should have regained my power over time, but my mindset was permanently altered. In my years of treatment I was wired to believe that I had reason to doubt myself. But this is a new experience; I am in a new space and time. I'm can receive news about my health and decide for myself what it means.
Greetings, humanoids, and Happy September. Below is an entry I wrote in July during a crisis of confidence regarding "O Negative." It's a response to some feedback I got at the time. Cheers! July 12, 2018: Dear Self: I really thought O Negative was good when I wrote it. I really thought it was! And now... Continue Reading →
In the spirit of counting blessings, I have a story to tell. Last Tuesday, during a bout of insomnia, I called in sick to work. For the sake of context, I work at a bakery, a bubblegum-pop franchise in downtown New Orleans. Many have asked if I find it triggering to work around sweets all... Continue Reading →
Accomplishments, oh me, oh my! I What a beautiful thing to celebrate. I discovered this beauty at Oliver Pyatt, my treatment center in Florida (from which I discharged early, against medical advice). With the help of my therapist Cece, I began a nightly gratitude practice accompanied by an "Achievement Journal." Each night I'd list 3... Continue Reading →
Thank you, Adam Lambert, for giving me my title. You know the age old adage: "Good composers borrow, great composers steal." But let's get down to business. Today I'm hanging with Writer's Block: and I'm ready to rip him a new one. When I think about the universality of the human experience, I feel simultaneously... Continue Reading →
Did I ask for Greek yogurt, toasted almonds, and cherries? Or did I ask for Greek yogurt, toasted almonds, and BERRIES? I'm fairly certain I asked for the latter--and no, sir, they are not "basically the same." So we're walking down the west side, right? From Chelsea to the West Village. Me, my mom, my aunt, my other aunt, my other... Continue Reading →
July 2, 2018: There’s something so exhilarating about sharing your story, something so empowering in owning your truth. I was blessed to experience this phenomenon first-hand when I created “Destination Recovery” last year, on March 2, 2017 . I opened up about my experience with anorexia nervosa, as well as my journeys with depression, anxiety, and OCD... Continue Reading →