"nihil fit ex nihilo" Nothing comes from nothing. The rain washes over the streets of Manhattan in April and all that’s left behind is the occasional rotting cardboard sign. Months of darkness will soon dissolve into the sheen of another hot summer, but for now, I run along the drizzly East River just after sunrise. Beside me is my dog Remington, who is afraid of canes, small people, and sudden movements. She trips me at least twice, dodging something that isn’t actually ther

I wake up in the morning to 20 seconds of contemplation; the inevitable thought storm. It’s a new day with potential for all the good things I’ve only ever had for fleeting moments, but without fail, the mental game plays itself on. Will it be one of the good days or one of the bad ones, and do I determine the answer? Recovery has been a five-year-process; it will be a course of many more. But it still tortures me to wonder why on the outside I look so shiny and yet the mess

This is a "reverse poem" in which the words read top-to-bottom and bottom-to-top. It was challenging to write, stylistically. But with the challenges we face today, I found that the most difficult part was meeting my goal of having it be more hopeful bottom-to-top. Reverse It. There is hope But We can’t always see it Through the veins of human apathy: Hate spreads like fire Isn’t it wild? How beautiful our world is So much good still binds us Love is the most powerful weapon

“What you are going through today, and who you are as a person, are two different things.” -Unkown “EDNOS”: what does the acronym written in my medical records actually mean for my life? The “eating disorder not otherwise specified” diagnosis is a tricky one. I’m not quite this and I’m not quite that but I have however been irrationally fearful  of the calories in a stick of gum, wondered for hours on end whether having that half a banana earlier today will proceed to haunt m