When I had symptoms, I was afraid constantly. Fear is really prominent in the world and causes a lot of problems, I find. I was so fearful, all the time. My fear was caused by anemia and low blood sugar, but I thought I was fearing some monster. This monster is not uncommon to mental … Continue reading Nothing to fear
I haven't written in ages, cos I've been thinking of other things like work, my relationships, my health, my Masters studies. However, this morning, I am in the uni library, supposedly researching my thesis but really, getting distracted by various thoughts of various other interests. My thoughts lead me to the topic of ED and … Continue reading Some thoughts on the roots, the roots
Eating disorders are, in my one-person experience, about black and white. About 1 and 0. About this or that. Complete failure or success. My current task in life at the moment is to learn to live in the grey, in the somewhat, in the slightly so. In uncertainty, with flexibility. Ultimately though, at peace. Human … Continue reading Pihla’s musings, today
Today is World Eating Disorders Day, so I thought, best write today if write I shall. I thought I would tackle the modest topic of this title, what is mental illness IMO. All of this blog is In My Opinion, but I thought I should especially highlight it now as I may present controversial opinions … Continue reading What I think of mental illness, by Pihla
I love quoting Morrissey in my blog posts evidently...this song was playing in my head as I was thinking of what might have contributed to the slow progress of my pre-recovery recovery. Unavailability and inappropriateness of certain health services is one. But I have also been to therapy for many many years and fair talked … Continue reading Stop me o-o-oh stop meee….
So today I’ma lay down the law a bit, excuse me for my strongly worded opinions and such, but there is a reason for them. The reason being, when asked about what helped me in recovery, not once have I thought to mention ‘public healthcare services’. This is fairly alarming. I have sought help and … Continue reading Who’s your cheerleader?
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!