In My Defencelessness I Am Free.
Haters, anorexia, religion & high school
Things are stirring these weeks. Under the surface still. As yet, unclear. I’m neck deep in reworking a chapter on addiction in general and anorexia in particular. I’m neck deep in questioning what the fuck I’m doing with my life.
I mentioned last week that this place of writing happened to overlap being 47 and…