Hello If you don’t like bodily fluids, please don’t click away now, for it is a whole year (A WHOLE YEAR. A. WHOLE. YEAR.) since I last ate something and then purged it and therefore I am a safe and dormant zone, not at risk of self-induced explosion. This is the most wonderful thing that […]Read More Happy Unvomiversary to MEEEEEE
This is a topic I keep returning to. It’s something that I think about in bed; in the shower; whilst I’m at work, and also something that my therapist asks me every time I see her. What do I want to achieve? What are my goals? This is scary for two reasons. Reason Number One is that I honestly […]Read More What is “Recovery”?
It’s tempting, sometimes, to ask when it’s time to give up; stop fighting; allow mental illness to win the battle it’s been waging since it reared its ugly, and completely uninvited head. On bad days (or, actually, for parts of every day), the answer seems to be that it’s probably about the time to give […]Read More Time to give up?
When I was inpatient, it was a running joke that new admissions would always have had ‘the worst anorexia in the world ever’, a claim backed up with evidence – usually blood-test related – from a medical professional: “My consultant had never met anyone as anaemic as me.”; “I had the lowest temperature of anyone ever […]Read More My Big Mouth