Nearly every day I write an imaginary blog. For months I have written, considered, edited, deleted. It’s frustrating. My imaginary blogs are excellent, then, when I make them real, not so excellent. I draw. I see my therapist. I putter about. I am working on a series of drawings almost no one has seen. TheyContinue reading “The Summer of Start. Stop. Delete. Start.”
Category Archives: eating disorder
Another World.
For two months I was in a mansion being housed and fed. The mansion houses women with eating disorders. Packing clothes for an amount of time I didn’t know, for a change of season, for an expanding body, didn’t help me accept what I was doing. I was in disbelief on the drive with myContinue reading “Another World.”
The Retirement Party
There wasn’t a party. I thought my last day would be April 6, 2020. The early times of the pandemic. I kept changing it because the world was changing. Cleaning, then plexiglass, then doors shut to the public. I stayed until May 31, 2020, working mostly alone in an empty building. My last e-mail toContinue reading “The Retirement Party”
Harold, a New York Story
Out.
I am one of around 43 million people in the United States who live with mental illness. I am not ready to name mine, because it is so misunderstood and I don’t have the strength right now to explain all the facts and myths. You’d think, with all the people out there who share thisContinue reading “Out.”
Multitasking
I think everyone has days or hours where you have to make calls and go through prompts spoken by machine leading you to more prompts until you get a human. I had to call a bank, or a calling center for a bank, to close a savings account which contained $27.01. To be more specific,Continue reading “Multitasking”
Snowy Night in New York City.
During a visit to see my mother in Brooklyn, I went out to see art work, which many of you know is a difficult decision. Snow began to fall in the afternoon. I went to see the Drawings of James Siena first. There was construction in the tunnels. I had to take a train, andContinue reading “Snowy Night in New York City. “
To See or Not to See
Too see or not to see. To seek help or soldier on, chin up, through this deep groove in my life. That is the question. I have waffled for months, trying to decide whether or not to go back to my therapist. I adore my therapist, but that isn’t a good reason to see him.Continue reading “To See or Not to See”