empowerment

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.

Recovery Versus Relapse

Recovery Versus Relapse

 

Can you be surprised by the fact that you have an eating disorder? Can you be surprised by the fact that despite having had two eating-disorder unit admissions, you have relapsed? Yes. Yes you can. And it’s shit.

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.

2017; The Year of theSandwich

2017; The Year of theSandwich

I entered 2017 on a slice of hospital and will be ending 2017 on a slice of hospital. Two slices of slightly stale bread, with 365 layers of much of the same crap in between. I want to be optimistic. I want to look back on this year and say that I reached some goals, did some things to make myself proud, got stronger and healthier, perhaps learned to love myself a little bit more. It didn’t turn out to be that way, as, I guess, sometimes these things don’t. Don’t get me wrong, in some ways this year was great. In one way, it was the best of my life. On balance? Put it this way, 2018 already has a head start.

Peer Support- Yay or Nay?

Peer Support- Yay or Nay?

Peer Support Groups- a glorified bitching session or a viable support source?

Honesty Post

Honesty Post

Am I the only person affected by an eating disorder that struggles this badly?

My story is not following my scripted arc; does this invalidate my experience?

Are positive stories with perfect outcomes the only ones worth sharing?

Ana, Do You Love Me Now?

Ana, Do You Love Me Now?

“We turn skeletons into goddesses and look to them as if they might teach us how not to need.”

― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

Pro-Ana. Thinspo. The Cult of Thin.

I'm Sorry, You Want Me to WHAT?

I'm Sorry, You Want Me to WHAT?

So here's the thing with Eating Disorders. They don't want to be discovered. They want to hide in the corners of your mind, taunting you, whispering to you, judging you, dictating to you, and, most importantly, making sure you keep their secret- because once that secret gets out there is no going back.