I feel very alone at the moment. I am so wrapped up in my own problems I don’t have the energy to think about other people much. I haven’t spoken to my friends from ‘the outside world’ for a long time. I don’t want them to see me. I want to be left alone. And… Continue reading Hospital is a lonely place
Tomorrow I am going home for the weekend. My first weekend at home since I was admitted to hospital at the beginning of May. How do I feel about it? I am excited. I am nervous. I am not sure how I am going to manage my meal plan. Already I am thinking about how… Continue reading First weekend leave: preview
It’ll either make you or break you. In the summer of 2014 I went travelling. From Toronto I headed north east, across Ontario and Quebec and then south to New York, down the east coast to Tennessee and then over to California, Nevada and Arizona before flying home. It was a once in a lifetime… Continue reading It’ll either make you or break you
Today marks the start of my seventh week as an inpatient. There are some signs of improvement: my weight has increased a little bit, I am eating a tiny bit more, I am having more good days than before. But overall I haven’t made a lot of progress. I came in to the unit voluntarily,… Continue reading Another week has passed
I have only ever seen a few people wearing Medic-Alert jewellery, usually those with diabetes, epilepsy or severe allergies. I have none of those conditions, and yet recently I have begun to wear a Medic-Alert bracelet. Why? Well, since you ask… I have a dangerously low BMI. I also spend a lot of time alone. As a… Continue reading Why I wear a Medic-Alert bracelet
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
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
When I was growing up, Sunday was an important day for our family. We always sat together at lunchtime for a traditional roast dinner. My mum would be in the kitchen, chopping potatoes, peeling carrots, preparing the meat. I can remember the smell. The beautiful smell of roast potatoes and cooking chicken. The smell that filled the… Continue reading That Sunday feeling
Chicken Risotto 