Anger is a deep seated feeling of betrayal; the elementary cursing substitutes are no longer relevant, and the only words that fly are a culmination of "fucks," "damn-its," and perhaps the occasional "asshole." While to the outsider they seem a bit excessive, you know the scope of your wounds, and the reality is that these words are quite accurate ways to begin coloring the hostility. You aren't sure whether to scream or cry, so perhaps you cope with words to the tune of "I'm fine," followed by an attempt to feel numb; your attempt, while well-intentioned, is piss poor, so numb is inevitably returned with a tsunami of unresolved emotions. Perhaps I have been forced out of cloud nine's numbing wave, and in turn, have been left feeling a little--shall we say, pissed off. At least, that is the start of it. Anger is the emotion when you have to face the unknown, and you tell everyone not to worry about you, but you hate the unkn...
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.