your soft heart is not a flaw.

I’ve been working on something new & fun— more info coming soon 👀✨

ok but do you ever get teary thinking about how much you love your partner?

cookie Sunday 3/52: copycat great american cookie co. sugar cookies

cookie Sunday 2/52: fudgy cosmic brownie cookies

brb, doin something important

a little reminder for me & maybe you, too: you are worth being proud of.

Got some exciting little writing news tonight. Feeling kinda proud.

elephant ears for the first cookie sunday of the year

At a time when much of society seems all-in on weight loss & thinness at all costs— it can be wildly difficult to be fighting to do something different. If you’re in eating disorder recovery & what you’re seeing on social media, etc is hard on you— you’re not alone. We’re okay.

another year of loving my guy ❤️

A little reminder that it’s okay: to turn it off, to step away, to take a break. To be gentle with yourself and your heart. We can’t hold all of everything. It’s okay.

hey, show me your christmas tree— or your favorite holiday decoration. I’ll go first:

It’s not Sunday, but here’s a thing I like: listening to the click-clack of the keyboard as my boyfriend writes every evening. @drdoylesays.bsky.social I love you & I like you.

2025 was a busy little writing year ✨

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Hi, it’s Sunday & I almost forgot, whoops— tell me (or show me!) a thing that made you smile this week. I’ll go first: Mika cat napping on me while I was writing. Now your turn. 🖤

tomorrow is christmas party day— will Megan finish decorating the handmade sweatshirt she intends to wear? stay tuned to find out.

2025 bluesky wrapped— it’s been a heavy year, but such a good year. This is recovery. 🖤

“how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.” ❤️

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) something you like. I’ll go first: I like lazy days spent watching silly tv shows with my boyfriend. Now your turn. 🖤

a quick reminder today that we get to decide what family means 🖤

returned to the scene of the crime (revisited the diner where we had our first date 🥰)

this is a pre-holiday reminder to not comment on what or how much/little you think someone is eating—or your perception of their weight. I promise there are ppl in your life struggling w/grief or depression or in ED recovery or or or—& you have no idea. don’t be the one that makes it harder on them.

Hi, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) a thing that made you smile this week. I’ll go first: I found this on our calendar, where 8yo excitedly noted her first little race coming up. Now your turn. 🖤

hey, psst— you are so many good & wonderful things.

“write yourself a strange little bio in the form of a pep talk” —sharing here in my continuing quest to share even a portion of the words I write, the words that make me 🖤

Hey— if you’re in eating disorder recovery & are listening to the “Allison after NXIVM” podcast, maybe skip episode 3.

haircut megan ✨

Love is consideration.

Tons of tiny ginger snaps for cookie Sunday. (Only after I got started did I realize the recipe said it makes “130 bite-size cookies,” whoops)

And regardless of any of the loud stuff that may or may not add value for us: Recovery is possible. It is not too late.

A reminder that your recovery is yours, & sometimes people are going to say things that— well-meaning or not— may inadvertently trigger you & may definitely not be for you or applicable to your recovery. & no matter how definitively they state stuff— your recovery is yours alone.

I’ve worked really hard on body neutrality— “I have a body”— and can even feel thankfulness that my body kept going even when I wasn’t sure I wanted to. I can also work a meaningful recovery without demanding something of myself that I’m not ready for— and might not ever be.

Once I saw someone well-meaningly say on here something like “you need to stand in front of a mirror and stare at your body until you find love there.” I think about this from time to time & as someone in eating disorder recovery— no, I do not, and that is okay.

An update: my subsequent piece didn’t advance any further— but it’s a piece I was still kinda proud of. Sharing this here because it’s part of the whole deal, & I don’t wanna just share the pretty, “perfect” parts. Not giving up. Onward.

Hey, it’s Sunday— tell me (or show me!) a thing you liked this week. I’ll go first: late afternoon in the woods. Now your turn. 🖤

There is no step forward in recovery that is insignificant or “too small.” —just in case you needed the reminder today

I made a little post about a little dog and the response was overwhelming. Thank you for your words and for sharing them with me— our pets really are the best part sometimes, huh? Thinking of all the little best friends tonight— and of you, the humans who love them. 🖤

12 years ago this tiny guy very unexpectedly entered my world— & today, he very unexpectedly left it. You were such a good boy, Arrow. 🖤🤍

I wrote a couple of things the past two weekends that I’m kinda proud of. Continuing to be brave & pursue this dream & also being brave by sharing about it here. Kinda proud about all that, too.

Hi, I stepped back for a couple of weeks bc things have been heavy. But life keeps going, and it’s Sunday again— tell me something you like. I’ll go first: I like revisiting old favorite movies I’d almost forgotten about. Now your turn. 🖤

“…Practice any art, music, singing, dancing, acting, drawing, painting, sculpting, poetry, fiction, essays, reportage, no matter how well or badly, not to get money and fame, but to experience becoming, to find out what's inside you, to make your soul grow.” —Kurt Vonnegut

sometimes you just need to lay on your favorite human. I like to imagine she is soothed by my heartbeat.

An important update: there was a Hobbit/LOTR trivia game & I won first place! 🥔🥔🥔

brb, going to a hobbit-themed meeting

“…change your name change your mind change your ways give them time go back to school go back to sleep tell the secret you can’t keep begin, be done break a vow, make a new one call me if you need a friend, or never talk to me again— but please stay” 🖤

21 years, somehow. 🖤

You're not "choosing" to react. You're not "choosing" anxiety or depression. Your mind & body are reflexively responding & functioning in ways they've been programmed to. Changing those patterns involves more than "choosing" differently. Grace over guilt. Recovery is a project.