Be Brave

Be Brave

The friends you make in hospital, if you do make a true friend, are the sort of people that will stay with you for life. They are people that have been by your side through the darkest of days. They are the people you soldiered with, that you battled in the trenches of life with and fought for survival every day with. They picked you up when you faltered, and you them, you supported one another through the unbearable and came out the other side and you still managed to remind each other what it is to laugh.

NEDAW'18

NEDAW'18

It’s NEDAW once again and I can’t believe it has been a year already since the last one. Life is ever changing and with it, my eating disorder

Narcolepsy- And Why I Thought I Had Psychosis

Narcolepsy- And Why I Thought I Had Psychosis

When your reality is punctuated with things that only you can see or hear, you irrefutably jump to the obvious and worst possible conclusion. Well, sometimes the obvious conclusion is not actually the correct conclusion at all. Sometimes, you hear hoof prints and it really is the zebra.

In the Garden of Memory, in the Palace of Dreams...

In the Garden of Memory, in the Palace of Dreams...

What do you do to grieve three losses at once, and all of them so different? Over the last few days I've lain in silence and put my hand on my heart, waiting to feel it beating, and, of course, it is, always. I'm still here. But they are gone and they are not coming back. They. are. not. coming. back.

Paula

Paula

This is a poem for Paula.

Be at peace, friend.