Grief, ED recovery, Mental Health and all the lovely things that give my Sisyphean rock meaning
It’s been over two weeks and I’m STILL trying to recover from Covid. The fatigue, headaches, pain, digestive chaos, and random coughing fits just won’t quit. And while I’m recovering from Covid, I’m also recovering from my eating disorder - and, apparently, from life itself, because this week came with even more stress piled on …
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Just a couple of Jellycat Bartholomew bears and some flowers. Come on a little fluffy walk with us.
I drew another reason to recover from my anorexia relapse. I want to recover from my relapse, To be more present with you — Like when we had slushies at Krispy Kreme. That memory alone Is worth fighting on through.
I want to recover from anorexia, So the cake is no longer a lie. So I can eat it — And not just draw it While pretending everything's fine.
Every Tuesday, my son has a long day at university. While he’s off being brilliant, he leaves his Jellycat bear—Cutie Patootie—in my care for a bit of “bearsitting.” This post is full of adorable snapshots of me fulfilling my grandma duties to my son’s bear, complete with snacks, cuddles, and spoiling galore.
Yesterday I spiralled, I felt the pressure of the ED black hole, So I spent a moment with a bear, And a mug of matcha hugged my soul.
Absurd Universe 