yogilateral warriors

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.

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.

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?

NO BAD VIBES

NO BAD VIBES

Sometimes I think of my energy as being divided between two jars of sand- there are people who with every negative comment, snide remark about someone else, or a constant string of ‘cant’s’ take a grain of sand from my Positive Jar and transfer them to my Negative Jar. Then, there are the second kind of people, the ones who with every good intention, encouraging words or general comments about the beauty of the world who take a grain of sand with each positive comment from my Negative Jar and gift them to my Positive Jar. 

And then the Bubble Burst

And then the Bubble Burst

"Speaking with Áine today made me realise that I had reverted once again to using food as a coping mechanism, as my safety net in a world where I was in freefall."