It sounds ridiculous, but there have been quite a few times in my life when I injured just because I felt so overwhelmed with how blessed my life truly was. Of all the places in the world I could live, I was fortunate enough to be born in a place where I had access to all the food I could eat, even if most of the time I chose not to take advantage ( Read more... )

There was quite a response to my last post and I was asked to try and find more information about this new disorder being identified by radiologists ( Read more... )

For the first time ever, an increase in the number of persons who are purposely placing objects under the skin of their bodies is being documented. In a disorder referred to as "cutting gone to the next level", individuals in the medical profession are scrambling to understand more about this compulsion ( Read more... )

Emotionally-needy friends are difficult to manage. It's hard when you want to be there for someone and you feel like you are there for them more often than they are there for you. But there is something wrong with the friendship when the phone rings and you see who's calling and think, "Do I have the energy to answer this" or "What is it THIS time ( Read more... )

I find it interesting when people say they don't believe a person can make a difference ( Read more... )

One of the scariest yet most exhilarating experiences of my life was rock climbing aboard a cruise ship somewhere between Belize and the Cayman Islands. Even though I was securly harnessed and someone below me watched my every step, on the wall, it was only my mind, my body and ocean air. If I took my eyes off the wall, there was nothing but water ( Read more... )

I think the title says a lot about the way my world works. I have a high tolerance for irritants, but when I reach my limit, that's it. I'm done. I'm out of patience. Out of any desire to "make things work" and if I'm not careful, totally lose perspective ( Read more... )

I'm used to being in hospitals. I hate them because of the germs and death that seem to live there, but I accept that hospitals have been and probably will continue to be a part of my life ( Read more... )

I was asked this week about why it took me so many years (decades really) to finally open up about my self-injury to my therapists. If I trusted them, the person said, how could I deprive them of this critical part of my life and then accuse them of not being able to help me ( Read more... )

One of my earliest memories of having my picture taken is when I was probably about 3. I am wearing black Mary Janes, white anklet socks, a dress and sunglasses fit for a Hollywood starlet. I felt and looked totally glamorous. I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t sad. For once, I wasn’t wishing I was someone else. I look completely comfortable in my own skin ( Read more... )