about coming to terms with a family that hurts
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My Pain
It’s been a week since the specialist gave a name to the mystery ailment eating away at my life. Fibromyalgia is a strange word that has far too many syllables for its good. “Algia” the Latin word for pain, “fibro” refers to fibrous tissues, and “my” muscles. Fibromyalgia doesn’t affect joints or bones and is …
Being Taught to Hate Myself
When my “well-meaning” first-grade teacher helped lay the foundations for my eating disorder First grade is a pretty big deal when you are a kid. For me, it meant going to school every day, instead of every other day, but it also meant a new teacher. It also was the first time I came to …
Beware the Jabberwock, the jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
It has been eight months since I had decided to take a step back from my parents and go no-contact. I don’t think anyone makes this decision lightly, nor is it done without feeling those prickly tendrils of guilt. Today my mother called. After last month’s Nightmare Before Christmas I had decided that her phone …
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