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The Ninth Year: The Haunting of Swill House

Category: personal shit

Every Good Thing Eating Disorder Recovery Has Done For Me

Remember when I said that I wasn’t going to talk much about my eating disorder recovery? What a gag. We’re back, bitches, and I want to talk to you recovery.

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Defective: Vaginismus, Sex, Pleasure, and Me

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The Story of Being Mentally Ill

Hi, I’m Lou, and I had a great childhood!

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Sexual Harassment, Eating Disorders, and the Quest to De-Woman Myself

I’m gaining weight.

Which is a neutral statement, really. Hell, even a positive one: I have more energy, I’m fitter, my skin is clearer.

But I don’t like it.

Trigger warning for discussions of sexual harassment and eating disorders.

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A Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria

So, a few months ago, I wrote An Insomniac’s Guide to Insomnia. And, with everything going in the world right now, I figured that it’s only time that I come down from on high to deliver to you my Hypochondriac’s Guide to Hypochondria.

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In Pursuit of Perfection (And Why I’ve Given Up On It)

For a really long time, I committed my life to what I saw as the pursuit of perfection.

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Recovery, in a Time of Insanity

At times like this, it’s easy to slide backwards.

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Trisha Paytas, Mental Illness, and the Self-Diagnosis Debate

A few days ago, Trisha Paytas released a video. The internet’s most dedicated full-time troll, it’s not exactly as though she’s a stranger to controversy, but this video hit that internet sweet-spot and soon blew up in a big cloud of outrage. In it, Paytas claimed to have Disassociative Identity Disorder (DID), which, she mentioned, she had diagnosed herself.

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Not Like the Other Girls

You remember that Not Like The Other Girls phase? That time you spent, however long it lasted, where you were just convinced that you were that one specimen of femininity who didn’t, quite, fit?

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New Year, New You, But Now

I write this on a plane returning from Spain, where I’ve been bouncing around the last few days visiting my family; it’s one of dozens of trips I’ve taken over the course of this decade to chase after my perma-travelling family, and whatever misc. dogs they have managed to acquire along the way.

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