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  • (@lizpicardal) Instagram Profile @lizpicardal
  • La Jolla, California
  • I love being in a fast paced environment like my home city Toronto, but sometimes I want to be in a place where life is very laid back. .
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  • I love being in a fast paced environment like my home city Toronto, but sometimes I want to be in a place where life is very laid back. .
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  • (@lizpicardal) Instagram Profile @lizpicardal
  • I love the colours of these surfboards. They matched the colours of my dress. πŸ˜€
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  • I love the colours of these surfboards. They matched the colours of my dress. πŸ˜€
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  • (@simonelisa_blog) Instagram Profile @simonelisa_blog
  • DOWN DOWN DOWN.... THEN UP WE GO

    I fell in a hole. Then I crawled back out.
    It’s 35 days since I touched down on terra firma. Jet lag’s done and dusted, the big adventure receding into once upon a time status, and I’m settled back into normality – taking for granted the luxuries of my pillow, my car, and our pristine drinking water. Yet for most of those 35 days, my mental health has been really shit.
    I tried pretending otherwise – attributing moodiness, exhaustion, and erratic behaviour to post-holiday come down. Then things deteriorated and I had to acknowledge I’d relapsed. All the tools I’ve learned in three years – and frequently share with others for their struggles – flew out the window. I felt my feet straddling an invisible line – one side pulling me into recovery, and the other dragging me into dark places, despair and ultimately – death.
    The lure of the dark side is nauseatingly appealing. I have a desire and willingness to invest in the mammoth task of recovery, while simultaneously desperate to return to the rock at the bottom of the hole. That rock bottom so often talked about, but desperately misunderstood.
    A week ago I was hanging by a tenuous thread. Self-harm rearing it’s ugly, seductive head. My eating schedule ancient history. Breakfast and lunch fell off the menu when unsupervised, before eating us out of house and home when my husband came home. Purging returned. Anything to numb the disgust festering in my belly, next to the endless bowls of muesli and nuts. [Continue reading... link in profile bio]
  • DOWN DOWN DOWN.... THEN UP WE GO

I fell in a hole. Then I crawled back out. 
It’s 35 days since I touched down on terra firma. Jet lag’s done and dusted, the big adventure receding into once upon a time status, and I’m settled back into normality – taking for granted the luxuries of my pillow, my car, and our pristine drinking water. Yet for most of those 35 days, my mental health has been really shit. 
I tried pretending otherwise – attributing moodiness, exhaustion, and erratic behaviour to post-holiday come down. Then things deteriorated and I had to acknowledge I’d relapsed. All the tools I’ve learned in three years – and frequently share with others for their struggles – flew out the window. I felt my feet straddling an invisible line – one side pulling me into recovery, and the other dragging me into dark places, despair and ultimately – death. 
The lure of the dark side is nauseatingly appealing. I have a desire and willingness to invest in the mammoth task of recovery, while simultaneously desperate to return to the rock at the bottom of the hole. That rock bottom so often talked about, but desperately misunderstood. 
A week ago I was hanging by a tenuous thread. Self-harm rearing it’s ugly, seductive head. My eating schedule ancient history. Breakfast and lunch fell off the menu when unsupervised, before eating us out of house and home when my husband came home. Purging returned. Anything to numb the disgust festering in my belly, next to the endless bowls of muesli and nuts. [Continue reading... link in profile bio]
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  • (@lizpicardal) Instagram Profile @lizpicardal
  • I love this macaroon πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ
  • I love this macaroon πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ
  •  1,376  58 21 October, 2018
  • (@lizpicardal) Instagram Profile @lizpicardal
  • Toronto, Ontario
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    T H A N K Y O U for following, for the likes and for your inspiring comments and messages. You’re amazing! 😘
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T H A N K  Y O U for following, for the likes and for your inspiring comments and messages. You’re amazing! 😘
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  •  1,587  65 21 October, 2018
  • (@lizpicardal) Instagram Profile @lizpicardal
  • Pendry San Diego
  • And I wouldn’t say no to something sweet πŸ˜πŸ˜‹πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ
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  • And I wouldn’t say no to something sweet πŸ˜πŸ˜‹πŸ‘ŒπŸΌ
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