I confess...I feel brave and proud.
I sent off an essay on binge eating to a contest by Glamour magazine. They tend to pick much "bigger" personal trauma tales (last year's involved abuse by a grandfather). But I like that I sent something (and I offered to revise to fit another type of story).
I'm not posting it here, hence not quite a real post...but just sharing.
I'm toying with thoughts on the concept of "normal"...partly stemming from the fact that I didn't know until I was in my twenties that most folks don't need a good hour to fall asleep. I'm still a bit in hiding but maybe I'll get motivated soon.