Written by: Ryan K
Originally posted: 10/22/2015
It's no secret I do a lot of shit your typical 30-year-old woman "shouldn't" do, like wear Hello Kitty pajamas (for irony ... yeah), quote Harry Potter on a daily basis, dress as Darth Vader for Halloween, drink out of an X-Men mug, eat baby food (apple sauce is totes baby food), sleep with a blankie I've had since I was born (I will have no secrets left by the end of the year) ... And this was all in the past week. Looks like we can tack on celebrating six months of life to the list.
Before you worry that I've really lost it, I would like to take this opportunity to explain. When I turned 30 in April, I wasn't doing so great. I had lofty goals of having some sort of big-deal extravaganza since I hadn't celebrated in so many years (THANKS ED), but that didn't quite work out as planned. Instead, I fell into a relapse that ultimately pushed me into residential care.
Well, guess what? Six months may not normally be anything to commemorate, but these six months are different. I've talked about everything I accomplished in resi, partial and TLH (need to make a glossary) to save my life from the eating disorder, but now I'll share a few lessons that have helped better the other parts of my life.
OK maybe let's not think about that just yet.
The original post can be found at www.ryandoesresi.com.