I’ve not lived an easy life, I’ve suffered sp many traumatic events, that it is so hard for me to feel good about myself or my actions. On the inside I am still the girl who was called ‘fat’ and ‘ugly’, who people would never give the time of day.
On Monday, this week, I started to get my telltale signs that a crisis was on its way. Over the next four days, my mental health rapidly deteriorated, and I realised that I may end up dead if I do not seek immediate help. I needed to practice what I
After my father’s death, I tried to distract myself. I was pushing back any form of grief, to the most repressed part of my mind. For a while it worked, I was so busy planning the house move and organising the funeral as my mother couldn’t, that I didn’t have
You do not need to be thin to have an eating disorder, let’s put that idea to bed. I have always been a ‘bigger girl’, well at least from the age of 7; I was in teenager clothes before I was 10. I found comfort in food and it gave