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The baby's crying, the kitchen's a mess the beds need making....no, just sit down and take a breath.  Calm the baby, clean the kitchen, make the beds.I can't wait to start my new job.  It's very...

It's a new day.  A new sunrise.  The trees are green and the birds are singing.  Strange how I haven't noticed these things in a while.  New opportunities are on the horizon and I'm feeling...

I have been struggling with my OCD for a very long time now.  It makes me depressed when I can't have/do things the way I want them, so I just walk away and not do anything.  I have decided to try...

I suppose it's all my own fault really.  They don't know what I'm going through, so why should they expect to find me anything but cheery and the house all tidy and perfect when they come home. ...

Another weekend has passed.  I'm not really sure what happened, sometimes my memory goes a little fuzzy when I'm so absorbed in everything.  Oh, right.  I went to see a show with my little sister...

Even though I've managed to stop eating, everything feels like it's spinning.  Not necessarily out of control, but just so much that I can't seem to get a grip on anything.  The upside is that I...

It seems I can't do anything right.  Everyone keeps telling me to do things (don't let your son fall,  don't slam the car door,  don't overcook the potatoes) as if I'm stupid or something.  It's...

So, another Monday has arrived.  Another weekend has passed.  A horrible one.  I have students today so hopefully it will help me focus and get out of this binge.  I try to stop but I just...

Not going to happen!

Why do I even bother to try and keep my world together when the smallest thing can shatter it apart again.  What's the use of trying to get better when you're just going to feel horrible again? ...

God is good to me.  He always has been, I just haven't always had my eyes open to see it.  I feel okay.  My honey returned safely from his trip, my son is well and the son is shining through my...

So the first day didn't go very well.  I have always been an emotional eater and being a delusional depressive doesn't help much. Maybe I'll try again today.

I have been hiding who and what I am for 20 years.  I realized that I was not 'right' when I was about 10 years old.  I don't know what to do.  I feel so worthless.  My mother suffered from...

Anger.  I'm eating because I'm angry.  I feel so helpless in this situation and I wish there was a way I could deal with it other than food.

It seemed that I had a good plan to not eat unneccesarily today.  I thought I had everything under control, but the moment I heard my fiancè's comments about the car, it sent me in a downward...