I started my blog telling you, the internet, about a date. A very specific date. 26.2.2018. Tattooed on my wrist. Here's another date: 3.5.2018. Yesterday. Which date is more important, the day when the battle started, or the day when it ended and you won? I can't decide, so the tattoo may see an addition … Continue reading Whoop, there it is!
Sometimes I don't know whether to write about things or not, because my brain is ever-moulding itself and making new connections, leading me to re-think thoughts I had before, re-forming them into new theories and ideas. We are biological entities and our brains work like that when we give them sufficient energy. In recovery, my … Continue reading A loooong and windiiiiing roooooaddd…
Here's an illness that wants to tell everyone that I am lying. That everything I say is ingenuine. That when I talk about the illness I am over-exaggerating, that I am just an attention-seeking sorry-for-myself loser who brought all her problems on herself. Who can't do anything right. That no-one likes that person. That this … Continue reading Pants on fire, not
...which is something we all know. Did you know though, that two thirds of the people, according to studies (hey, I Googled!), who are unemployed for any significant time (talking months/years instead of weeks), will suffer from mental health problems during their unemployment. (I know this is really lazy research, I am doing it just … Continue reading Unemployment fairly sucks
Do you have a loved one who is constantly under-performing in life? That person may have an eating disorder! I joke, but at the same time I do not. Plenty of people underachieve in life and the reasons to that are many and varied. However I do suggest an ED may often create, when it … Continue reading Storming the barricades, etc.
I started one of my posts recently with the line 'I want to be the best possible advert for recovery'. This still stands and slowly, I notice things happening in my life that are very good material for the above project. In the past two months things have happened in my life that didn't happen … Continue reading It’s my party and I’ll laugh if I want to
Every day is progress. The illness tries to tell me otherwise, but frankly, it is wrong. I had to stop writing there to eat some cashew nuts, just to spite the illness. One day I am going to portray the illness in a painting. The painting will be the most visually and sensorily (?) repulsive … Continue reading More chat about stigma etc.