“You look much more unwell than last time I saw you. Just by looking at you I can tell you have lost weight, you look weaker. I know you’ve tried hard, and that trying is not wasted. But you mustn’t give up now. You could be waiting weeks for a bed, and your body cannot… Continue reading Admission Advice
My chest feels heavy. Invisible elastic is tight around my ribs, aching with each breath. I stand up and feel weak. My head sways, my vision blurs. I have no energy. I get up, dressed, go downstairs and collapse onto the sofa, exhausted before the day has begun. I am cold. So cold. I huddle… Continue reading I never want to feel like this again
I feel like such a let down. It’s Mothering Sunday (my mum always insists on calling it that, she says Mother’s Day is an American corruption…) and my family are eating a meal together. I know how much it would mean to my mum if I ate with them, but I cannot bring myself to. “Are you sure… Continue reading Mothering Sunday
My favourite thing about lent is the sudden explosion of hot cross buns onto shelves up and down the nation. They are everywhere; in packets at the supermarkets, piled high on bakery shelves, behind glass counters at cafes… Grilled and served warm, with butter melting gently into the soft bread, and accompanied by a cup of tea.… Continue reading One a penny, two a penny, hot cross buns!
Today is Friday 17th February. For the first time this year I ate a different evening meal. Apart from two evenings over Christmas, I have eaten the same meal every single night since mid-December. Not tonight. For the past few weeks, nearly every day I have planned to try and eat something different but never… Continue reading A short walk leads to a huge success
Today is Time to Talk Day, an initiative by UK mental health charity Time to Change. The idea is to encourage people to have a simple conversation about mental health, to reduce the stigma and isolation experienced by some people with mental illnesses. The website has a list of suggestions of small things you can… Continue reading Time to Talk
“I like scones and I like croissants and I like doughnuts and I like cookies,” I say, gazing longingly at the sweet treats in the supermarket bakery aisle. It’s Monday morning, and in an attempt to incorporate some variety into my monotonous meals, my mum and I are food shopping. We make our way up and down… Continue reading Shopping: Stress and Success