I wanted to sit you down and ask you why. Wanted to strap you on a stool in one corner, straddle myself across a wooden chair in front of you, put my nose in your face and ask you why with a snarling ... Read More about Potter and Clay
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Friends.
When I shut my eyes in my quiet room and hug my shoulders, no longer bony with starvation and grief, but warm with fuzziness, I think about the many people God has blessed me with on this long ... Read More about Friends.
Riding Bicycles.
depression & anorexia, prayer & encouragement, Recovery, reflections
"Er... weellll....yes I'd love to join you cycling but..."Pause. Violent laughter."You mean you can't cycle! You're 21!"" (sheepishly)... Heh, yes... well, technically I do know how to cycle, but I've ... Read More about Riding Bicycles.
Privileges.
I won't forget that fateful day, where that white-haired, near-seventy, petite senior doctor picked my two team-mates and myself off the hospital corridor and said, “Are you three medical students? ... Read More about Privileges.
Thirsty
Uncle C* lives downstairs, at a unit near a gate which I come home through. We’ve smiled at each other a few times when I pass him by as he does his gardening at his balcony, exchanged polite ... Read More about Thirsty
Maybe Next Year.
I think I surprised a number of my friends, when I made my decision. I surprised myself, even. It was a tough choice to make, but it sits well and my soul resounds with peace.It was that time of the ... Read More about Maybe Next Year.
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