I am sitting on my bed. It is Sunday and the radiator is slightly too warm on my back. I know I should be doing something: the blanket I’m crocheting for my therapist is on one side of me; I’m not sure whether there is anything I should be preparing for tomorrow’s English lesson, and […]Read More Motivation and where has it gone?
Two years ago today I was admitted to an eating disorders ward. I remember little of being there at first, but I do remember my Mum having to pack my clothes the night before because I didn’t have the energy. I also remember protesting when I was wheelchaired for an ECG because the day before […]Read More Two Years Deep