awareness

HSE: Help? [try] Somewhere Else

HSE: Help? [try] Somewhere Else

I’m not a proper grown-up- I don’t have things like a mortgage, maturity or health insurance.

I will trill out the party-line; “I am blessed to live in a country that has free healthcare.” Sure, aren’t there women in America giving birth on the doorsteps of hospitals for the want of health insurance? Feel free to continue adding to this sentiment for as long as you please.

I may not be a proper grown-up that has health insurance, but I am a proper grown-up that’s worked and paid taxes from the age of sixteen. Apparently, those taxes pay for things like state pensions, government chauffeurs and our public health care system.

Week 1, Day 7; Discharge is Only the Beginning

Week 1, Day 7; Discharge is Only the Beginning

One of the magical powers all those who suffer with an eating disorder possess is that we genuinely believe we are different to everyone else. Not in a superior way, but in some way we are just not like other people. Other people need to eat. Other people would get sick and die if they didn't eat, but we're just not like that. We're different.

I Got Clamped

I Got Clamped

I’m not designed to spend long periods of time in a Toyota Yaris. So anytime I don’t have to drive, I jump at the opportunity to get the train- the luxury! Air conditioning! Plug sockets! Goes nowhere near the M50! Park up at the train station, pay for parking via an app, two or three clicks, boom. Put the feet up (unless you’re told to take them down, then you wait and put them up again), headphones on, get a bit of work done, maybe- more time to watch crap online later- and arrive at Heuston in a state of total bliss. Get a Butler’s coffee, enjoy your free chocolate, yum.