We’re officially 2 weeks into 2018. I’ve been thinking about doing a post about this for a while, and the start of the year seems like a pretty logical time to do so. Here we go… ‘New Year, New Me’. Those four words that we hear constantly between the middle of December and middle of … More New Year, New…Hope
Walking into the little blue room. Taking off my coat/shoes/scarf. The digital scales being switched on. Heart pounding – has it gone up or down? This was at one point a twice weekly, then weekly routine in my life. The black number that flashed up above the grey background each week, in a way, determined … More A number that cannot define
There was a stage when I dismissed anyone who tried to help me. When my family and friends were getting worried about my changed eating patterns and weight loss (before I was diagnosed with an Eating Disorder), if anyone tried to have a conversation with me about it I would either nervously laugh and try … More What Changed?
It’s been quite a while since I put up a post on ‘Freedom and Hope’ but I’m back! Today I thought I’d share a poem I wrote about 2 years ago. At this stage I was doing better in my recovery journey, but still had a bit to go. I knew my illness was ruining … More Letter to ‘It’
‘You look well’. Three words I struggled with during Eating Disorder recovery. You see, someone saying, ‘You look well’ means it with the greatest of intentions. It’s like saying, ‘You look good; You look nice’ – why should that be insulting? For me, this was another way Anorexia fooled me. The thoughts twisted this phrase … More ‘Healthy’ is not an insult
Growing up, Christmas was one of my favourite times of the year. I loved the excitement of singing Christmas songs/carols, giving and getting presents, playing family games, and indeed, Christmas dinner. It was a time I felt happy, relaxed and loved being with my family and friends. However, in 2012, the year I was diagnosed … More Christmas with ‘It’
In my previous post I described the stages of my relationship with ‘It’ – otherwise known as Anorexia Nervosa, ‘Miss A.N.’ I focussed on the relationship between meeting her, her becoming a friend, and then her becoming an enemy and dictator. However, I said I would leave the part of the relationship where I was … More Mission ‘Escape from Miss A.N.’