(image courtesy of unknown artist) i'm not quite sure why this image resonated with me above all else that i've seen recently. perhaps it was the amalgamation of imagery. butterflies have long been a consistent symbol of eating disorders; of rebirth, regrowth, an organic flowering from a long-held state of...

"a flowering, withering of the heart" (Juni, 2026) (oil on paper / charcoals / floral collage) a mixed-medium piece exploring the messy, thorny and multi-faceted nature of healing. parts of you growing, withering, blooming, budding in places you least expect, and the gruesome reality of the energy required to...

(image courtesy of vassilispitoulis) i feel a small, but distinctly chilling shudder ripple through me. i almost didn't notice it, at first. it's fascinating how the body can get used to these kind of occurrences, until each warning sign is no more notable than a slightly stronger breeze, or a momentarily biting...

(image courtesy of unknown artist on pinterest) continuing to heal within a place of, and designed for acute illness is a damned hard thing to do. because at some point, the question begins to bubble up. whether it's from within the pit of one's own stomach, or from various members of your care team. of when does...

(image courtesy of an unknown artist) a memory of a father and a daughter, brought together by an impossible, infinitesimal fracture within the space-time continuum. sweating towards a shared sun two twelve year olds chase the dying of the sun, down streets streaked, singed with bright light of burnt passion the...

(image courtesy of marcela bolivar) the phrasing and framing of one's own thoughts forms a pivotal part of recovering from, and actively combating, the insidious grasp an eating disorder has over its host's mind. for years and years now, i have viewed weight "gain" as the enemy. a concept without a conclusion, a...

(image courtesy of unknown artist) (personal) definitions: a writing exercise in hospital word (personal) definition kite i lost mine in scotland joy the eternal grandmother of my past self, who lives on the street corner ladybird a vibrant wish upon the back of a hand anger the uncontrollable uncorking of a...

(image courtesy of anne von freyburg) looking back on, and thinking about how much i've written about this disorder. this illness, and my time with it. i sometimes think back to myself: god, it's a wonder as to why i haven't healed already. how many words can be spoken in place of steps forward, towards a goal that...

(image courtesy of an unknown artist) if there's one thing that i've had an abundance of in here aside from food, it's time. or rather, the illusion of it. it would seem so simple, wouldn't it? each day toiled away here, we spend: activity time (hrs/day) dining room 2.4 post-meal purgatory 4.5 groups (avg. over...

(image courtesy of hkmori) iknowiwasmeanttowriteaggressivelyagainstthisthing. againstthisillness,thisthingthathascontrolledmefor9yearsofmylifenow....

(image courtesy of an unknown artist) i have been having an immensely difficult time focusing on anything as of late. again. the fact that this is so, so, so far from an irregular occurrence is starting to truly, deeply scare me. days where i actually manage to do or work on something of value to me—a personal or...

(image courtesy of pabloxan) we meet under the cover of darkness at the brink of a dawn-before-dawn, where bodies are helpless, fragile puppets within the relentless eye of her mind. two breathing corpses, lying in wake, awaiting this early morning's recital. respite. repentance. ~ this day's iteration passed by in...