My Brain is Sick

My brain is sick. Very sick. I hate to admit that. It’s not physical. You can’t hear me falling apart. You can’t see the lack of chemicals. There is no evidence of the life I live aside from the stories I tell and the art I create. There is no way to know I’m telling …

Recovery?

I will never fully understand how the prison of an eating disorder took over my mind. One moment, I looked into the mirror and saw a girl so dazed by her own beauty. Full stomach meant good food. Begging and pleading her sisters to let her borrow their crop top despite the evident chub that …

Nothing Changes

It’s like I never left. 6 weeks later and nothing has changed! The four white walls still stand around me pleading for some colour. The speckled rug clings to the dust that has been living there for months despite so desperately trying to clean it up. The voices still echo through the halls with gleeful …

New Year, Same Me

It's that time of the year where the darkness of night outweighs the light of the day. The cold encapsulates the morning air. Every breath outdoors burns in your lungs. Christmas has passed but the new year has yet to begin. We are constantly in a state of not knowing what day it is and …