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Trigger warning: sexual abuse, anorexia (numbers – mention of weights and miles run) After I sent my acceptance letter to the University of California, San Diego, and declined admission to Brigham Young University, my father and the bishop of our Mormon church advised me that I would be “challenged” by studying in San Diego, outside… Continue reading Reflections on SHAME
I just met with my dietitian (these days, on FaceTime), and I told her I was reluctant to share something with her because I was afraid she’d take it and run with it. Well, I told her anyway, because it’s where I’m at today—where I’ve been at for nearly two weeks, actually. I’m considering not… Continue reading A Strange New Idea
I had a psych-ward-style breakdown this past December 2nd. The rape happened on that date in 2012. That’s given me eight years to get over it. And I’m not over it at all. My therapist helpfully pointed out that I was drunk for six of those eight years—implying that, perhaps, the healing will come in… Continue reading Why I Haven’t Pressed Charges in 8 Years, and Why I May Not Ever
TW: sexual abuse, child abuse, PTSD, death “Mountaineers, however, always find themselves a reserve of power after great exhaustion. It is a kind of second life, available only in emergencies like this; and, having proved its existence, I had no great fear that either of us would fail.” John Muir I’m telling myself it’s the… Continue reading A Reserve of Power: Pacing Myself for the Second Half of the Marathon
My wonderful A.A. sponsor assigned this letter to me, as my homework for Step 1. Step 2–FINALLY, after two years and two months of A.A., is next! It’s about damn time! I have some feminist qualms with A.A., but I’ll save them for another day. Today, I’m in the practice of taking what helps and… Continue reading Goodbye Letter to Alcohol
I’ve been a part of an Acceptance and Commitment Therapy (ACT) at my outpatient treatment center for about a year now. We always open and close with a mindfulness exercise, and this afternoon we revisited one we did quite some time ago. I like it when we repeat ACT groups I’ve already practiced before, because… Continue reading ACT Reflections: Mindfulness Self-Compassion Exercise
Friday post inspired by Brene Brown’s The Gifts of Imperfection—TGIF: what I’m Trusting, what I’m Grateful for, what Inspires me, and how I’m practicing my Faith. What I’m trusting I’m trusting my heart. I’m trusting that, despite so much uncertainty in the world, empathy and compassion will prevail. I’m trusting my support—friends, family, mentors, and… Continue reading TGIF #2
Here’s a post just for funsies. I felt so loved this summer to have dear friends sending me weekly emails of support. Here is the latest from Melissa R., who has been one of my best friends for FIFTEEN years now—back when we were technical writers. You can bet that if ever I marry, she… Continue reading Guest Post by Melissa R.: Masks: The Advantages
Something significant came over me not long into my stay at The Refuge—A Healing Place this summer, where I sought residential treatment for my PTSD. I began listening to upbeat music again. Music that used to make me feel good, but that I came to find far too stimulating as I fell into a deep… Continue reading Teen Angst? Or Valid Emotions During Times of Change?
I am a recovering victim. I would rather be a survivor who was victimized. But I’m just not there yet. I’m not sure if I ever will be. Really, I’d prefer to throw the whole survivor/victim dichotomy aside. The common narrative goes something like this: Stop playing the victim. Nobody likes a victim. Be strong.… Continue reading The Problematic Imperative of the Victim/Survivor Dichotomy
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