I was a few months shy of my 16th birthday when I first realized something could be wrong with me.
Once I graduate I’ll wave my $40,000 degree in my hand and find some career I’ll enjoy, I’d tell myself. Getting even that far has been tough.
CW: This article deals with issues of eating disorders.
I didn’t realize I had an eating disorder until I noticed myself skipping every meal.
I broke my rib mountain biking last month. It was raining, and I took more speed into a stubby berm than the slick clay allowed. Ribs collided with gnarled tree roots, and the weaker of the two snapped. I kept on riding, of course. I was only a quarter of the way through my route, so turning around seemed silly. The next week, I returned to the same trail, as it rained and at night. It was fun.
If we’re being honest, journalism is a calling. We play doctor with words, and magic with ideas; finding creative ways to tell stories that’ve been told a thousand times, or new ways to engage with a story for the first.