One of my favorite songs by Paul McCartney is “Let it be”, it actually was inspired by a dream he had about his mother who died of cancer when he was a teenager. Paul was going through a rough patch with the Beatles at the time and her exact words to him in his dream where “it will [...]
by Melissa DeHart - Former Patient/Alumni Coordinator on Sep 17, 2012
by Bridget Loves on Dec 02, 2010
The other day I was speaking to a friend of mine who used to be an “eating disorder buddy”. We would overexercise, undereat and report all the facts back to each other on what the scale said. I have been recovered for many years now and work actively helping others seek relief in treatment. However, the other day when I was talking to my friend she was having a very hard time and I said (for the millionth time) how about treatment?
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 29, 2010
This past summer, I tried sushi for the first time. Seated, served, concentrating on my movements, I had carefully positioned the chopsticks in my right hand, then deliberately pinched the first colorful, creatively crafted piece with them, intentionally attentive to the amount of pressure I was applying so as neither to drop it nor break it apart…
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 28, 2010
Vividly, I remember sitting on the stained, hardwood floor in front of the oven, ready, waiting, wanting to eat, watching bubbles begin to stretch through the cheese over pink liverwurst softening, oozing to the edge of the bread.
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 27, 2010
Flanked by fellow classmates, kids I had yet to get to know, I remember feeling forced to pretend, even way back then. “If you’re happy, and you know it, then you really, really show it! If you’re happy and you know it, clap your hands!”
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 23, 2010
Lost in the beauty of the knots in the picnic tabletop, I hear a rustling beneath my feet. Two crows quietly creep close, springing over the sand on string-thin legs, foraging for food.
by Emily DeGemmis on Apr 08, 2010
When the corners curled and the creases in the paper deepened, I painstakingly pasted the page to two sheets of black construction paper, careful not to allow the glue to bleed or bubble through. Dipping two of my fingertips into a small pool squeezed out onto scrap…