Recovery is a way of life - a way of life based on love. So is yoga. The basic tenet of my yoga practice is "Ahimsa," or "non-harm." I believe these principles can expand from the personal to the political. I believe they can have a healing effect on the greater good.
My recovery is a practice of self-discovery. So is my college major. Both of them bring me closer to my story.
I'm constantly reminded that I don't live in a vacuum. That the various parts of my identity all connect and relate. Embracing this connection, surrendering to the rides: that is what it means to be free.
Much of my recovery depends on attitude and the lens through which I frame a situation. The attitude of play lets me treat my recovery like a game, in which I have infinite lives.
My relationship with my eating disorder is complex to say the least. I often glamorize my eating disorder, romanticizing the "power" it gave me. But I've given it too much credit. It's time to talk about what I've lost. It ravaged all of my relationships and took me out of the moment. I was trapped in a haze of exercise and restriction, and my personality couldn't come out.
It's a rainy Saturday morning. I love the rain. I consider it a shower from the Universe. I would love to have my wedding in the rain. I wouldn't plan it that way, of course. But, if it happened, I would not complain.I would shout, "HOORAY! Thank you, Rain! Thank you for cleansing us on... Continue Reading →
Recovering from my eating disorder required - and still requires - a good PI: the Private Investigator I like to call Personal Inventory. For me, recovery transcends abstinence; abstinence is just one piece of the pie. I can abstain from dieting and restricting and still have disordered thoughts. For me, recovery transcends abstinence. Recovery addresses... Continue Reading →
I believe in miracles. Big miracles and small miracles. I’m particularly grateful for the mini miracles, the ones that occur every day: waking to a message from someone I love, thinking of a person then turning the corner and bumping into them on the street, free coffee from my favorite baristas... Mostly, I'm grateful for... Continue Reading →