This weekend I am at home again for the last time before discharge on Tuesday. I have come to the end of a 7 month hospital stay. How do I feel about coming home for good? Nervous. Scared. I don’t know if I can do it. Life just seems to be a conveyor belt of… Continue reading Anorexia and I fight for survival
This is the 100th post on Chicken Risotto Blog and to celebrate I have compiled a list of the top 10 posts according to my lovely readers. If you please, have a little read and comment away, I’d love to know what you think. Thank you to everyone who takes the time to read my… Continue reading 100th Post Party!
It’s Friday evening. Most people my age are busy getting ready for a night out. Sitting in front of the mirror, music blaring, friends chatting, excitement for the night ahead. You get the picture. My Friday night was a little different. I was in my pyjamas, tears streaming down my face, striding down the road… Continue reading A walk in my pyjamas
Following on from Parts One and Two. So, I can finally answer the question. Do I have another label? No. No I don’t. I am glad as I was convinced that this was not the right diagnosis for me. I think there may be something else going on beyond anorexia and anxiety and depression, but… Continue reading Another Label? – Part Three
I’ve been planning on writing this post all week, since I took the assessment last Wednesday (see here). The assessment itself was fairly quick, just a lot of questions to which I had to answer ‘strongly agree’, ‘agree’, ‘disagree’ or ‘strongly disagree’. It wasn’t easy. Some of the questions are so vague, or depend so… Continue reading Another Label? – Part Two
I can hear voices, whispering behind me, nasty, vindictive voices. Is that normal? Sometimes they tell me not to eat, that I’ve eaten too much. “You’re so greedy!” they hiss, “You are going to put on so much weight. Fat. Fat. Fat.” Other times they ignore what I am eating and just focus on insulting… Continue reading Hearing Voices
The idea that I might never recover from my mental illnesses is the hardest thing for me to get my head around. What if this is it? What if this is just how my brain is? Broken. What if I will never be well enough to have a job, a family, a house…. all the… Continue reading Keeping hope alive in the depths of mental illness