First of, I feel like I am not entitled to blog about this. I feel wary of labelling this as ‘obsessive compulsive’, despite the fact I’ve been told that’s what it is, despite the fact it is – as recently as two months ago- written in my files. I feel like by whinging about the… Continue reading Get me out of the grid!
On one of the first morning’s of my first inpatient admission, I woke up with horrendous pain in my shoulder and upper back. Stiff as a board, there was no position I could sit or lie in, no number of pillows or balled jumpers stuffed behind me that helped ease the discomfort. I rarely take… Continue reading Sick brain, sick body
Every year when eating disorders awareness week rolls round, social media is flooded with ‘transformation’ pictures. Rake thin girls with tubes up their noses, collarbones, rib bones, spine bones, the infamous ‘thigh gap’. Beside them, a close up of what they look like today; weight restored, bright eyes and glowing faces and a caption summarising… Continue reading The ulterior motive behind the ‘progress photo’
[Warning, this is a whiny rant with no real purpose or structure or eloquent conclusion. Just some thoughts I have ruminating at the minute] “Alice is always apologising when she tells me how she feels. It’s like she feels like she’s a burden, like she’s bothering me- but she’s not.” It is said about me,… Continue reading Burdensome, bothersome.