#disorders

I failed eating, failed drinking, failed not cutting myself into shreds. Failed friendship. Failed sisterhood and daughterhood. Failed mirrors and scales and phone calls. Good thing I'm stable. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#friendship

What was that bit about fish sticks?” he asked, climbing back into the SUV. “Oh, pretty clever of her actually, though I thought it ridiculous at the time. Sometimes Mom gets paranoid, thinks people might be out to get her, out to get me.” I laughed nervously at how close that hit to home. “Anyway, one night she was really freaked out and came up with a code. If I was ever kidnapped or something, she would say something about me liking fish sticks. If I said I wanted fish sticks, that meant I was in danger and needed help, no matter what else I’d said to her that I was fine.” “So by you saying you hate fish sticks…”“She knows I’m fine and she doesn’t need to further involve the police. Who says bipolar disorder can’t be useful? ↗

— Christina Garner

#good-to-know #intresting #mental-disorders #funny

Overhead, the glass envelope of the Insomnia Balloon is malfunctioning. It blinks on and off at arrhythmic intervals, making the world go gray:black, gray:black. In the distance, a knot of twisted trees flashes like cerebral circuitry. ↗

— Karen Russell

#sleep-disorders #home

Weight (too much or too little) is a by-product. Weight is what happens when you use food to flatten your life. Even with aching joints, it's not about food. Even with arthritis, diabetes, high blood pressure. It's about your desire to flatten your life. It's about the fact that you've given up without saying so. It's about your belief that it's not possible to live any other way -- and you're using food to act that out without ever having to admit it. (p. 53) ↗

— Geneen Roth

#eating #eating-disorders #health #food

We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need. ↗

— Marya Hornbacher

#bulimia #eating-disorders #skeletons #thin #teaching

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#cancer

I am the space between my thighs, daylight shining through. ↗

— Laurie Halse Anderson

#space

If I can't feel, if I can't move, if I can't think, and I can't care, then what conceivable point is there in living? ↗