Three years ago today, I was discharged from inpatient care. It was a sunny day, although all I really remember is how bizarre it felt, and how scared I was of being launched into the outside world. I’ve reminded myself of this a couple of times today – it gives me a little thrill of […]Read More Triennial
We are getting good at talking. At least, we are better than used to be. We can talk in our workplaces, our homes, our schools and with our friends. We can talk because we are brave. We can talk because – sometimes – we have no choice. We can talk because it’s the only way […]Read More Listen out Loud
I’ve got nothing to say today apart from the fact that I’m sorry and thank you so much for sticking around. Christmas really knocked me. I didn’t cope as well as I thought I might; it wasn’t the perfect family Christmas that I had wanted. It made me miserable. I have been miserable, and probably […]Read More Forgetting to Fight – or – sorry I’ve been a bit of a twit
Once upon a time, I was the last person in the world to see Frozen. It was a horrible year: my best friends went to see it together, without me and I was alone. I can’t remember now – through the haze and fog of anorexia – whether it was the Christmas Eve of the […]Read More Do You Want to Build a Snowman?
I am the least sociable person I know. I would far rather hide away in my room with an episode of Holby City than go out and talk to people. It’s not that I don’t enjoy being with other people, it’s just that I am scared of saying the wrong thing; not being the right […]Read More Do Something Different
One of the hardest parts (another one of the hardest parts – recovery is difficult) of recovery is that you don’t know who you are yet. It’s like being asked to give up your current life, job, friends, family and move to another country to start all over again. You might love it but, then again, […]Read More The memory of recovery
It’s World Mental Health Day. I have thoughts and feelings about this, but that’s not why I’m writing, so I am going to push those to one side whilst I write what I’m actually thinking about. For a long time, my OCD (or anxiety, or something) has stopped me from writing about my achievements. I […]Read More The Art of Is