I haven’t posted in a while as I am finding focusing on recovery enough to cope with at the moment! But I have good news! Things are finally getting better! I have turned a corner, I am finding eating less scary, I am less anxious about gaining weight, I am feeling physically and mentally stronger.… Continue reading It’s been a while…
It’s been hard. So much harder than I imagined, but I am doing well! The last few weeks have been the most challenging yet but I have got through them. I have progressed from NG feeding to drinking Fortisip to eating some solid food. I feel less panicky, less anxious, more like my old self.… Continue reading Getting through a tough few weeks
After weeks of trying to find me a bed in a unit that can NG feed me, one has finally been found. On Wednesday I will be admitted for the second time. The unit is along way from home, I was hoping for somewhere nearer and I will be sad to leave this unit. I… Continue reading Another new beginning
I had a mental capacity assessment today as my psychiatrist and nurses didn’t think I had the capacity to consent to treatment. The result is that I have been sectioned under the mental health act. I have to remain in hospital and comply with treatment and wait for a bed in a unit that can… Continue reading Sectioned
Things aren’t going well. I am still not managing to eat everything on my meal plan. I am not gaining weight. They are looking to send me to another unit where I can be NG fed. Tomorrow I am having a mental capacity assessment as they think I need to be sectioned. I hoped things… Continue reading No improvement
I pace endlessly around the house. From my bedroom, along the landing, down the stairs, through the hallway, round the kitchen, into the living room, back to the kitchen, the hallway, the stairs… up, down, back and forth… I am supposed to be on complete bed rest. My BMI is dangerously low and my weight… Continue reading Waiting
Two weeks. I’ve got two weeks to start to turn things around or I will be admitted to an inpatient unit. I don’t know what to write. I don’t know what I think. I want to keep fighting at home. I don’t want to leave my family. I don’t want to be hundreds of miles… Continue reading Two week ultimatum
“So, do you want me to arrange an admission?” I stare blankly out of the window behind the psychiatrist. I am aware of his eyes watching me closely. Rain patters gently against the glass. My gaze traces the route of a particularly large rain drop, slowly slinking it’s way downwards, back home to the ground.… Continue reading Listening through the rain
So, it’s been four months since I left the day unit, and six months since I last had a CBT session. But within two weeks of being referred to the ED service where my parent’s live, I attended my first CBT appointment with them today. I’m not sure how it’s going to go yet. It… Continue reading Back to therapy
Chicken Risotto 