One-point-four. There’s an average of 1.4 syllables per word in the sentence, and five words in that sentence. An average of 4.75 letters per word. It is the compensatory calculations over layers upon layers of conversation. Each miniscule detail taking its toll on the very nerves you claim to formulate your core. Syntax: you find yourself stirring at every hour, amidst each individual thought, and the microcosm of said thought. You are thinking of the words, the synonyms, and you appear with no less than three substitutions for a word- you find yourself walking in circles. Your language is one which no one else seems to speak because you are a freak . Misunderstood. Yet, you find a voice somewhere to keep speaking because you long for someone who will simply understand. It is the disarray of one simple squiggly line. Then two. A maze, but then a page that has turned black. It is the last thing you actually remember before blacking out . The bottle clutched in one hand, and ...
I started this blog in late 2015 when I began eating disorder treatment. What started as a personal project, grew into a page for updating family and friends, and now thousands read these posts from all corners of the world. This blows my mind. Today, I consider myself recovered, but my work as an activist is just beginning. For additional inquiries, please feel free to email me.