The Mind Of An Eating Disorder

I can’t tell you the last time I sat down to eat and didn’t completely fall into a whirlwind of frightening thoughts: Is this really three ounces of chicken? Will drinking more coffee help me burn this up? Should I just spit the rest up into a napkin?

A Breakup, Or: The First Day Of The Rest Of My Life

I had a creeping fear that our world is turning into a more individualistic world and that we should all try harder to fight this shift. This fear has propelled me for quite awhile. It’s seemed noble, worthwhile. But still the doubt kept crushing me.