After yesterday’s change of plan it was a mad rush to get blood tests and an ECG done so that the results could be sent to the unit that was offering me an emergency bed for today. The whole day was chaotic, it was my last day at home, and yet I spent much of… Continue reading Another change of plan
I held it together until my support worker left. And then it was just me and my mum. I wanted to cry. No tears would come. Instead I shouted. I could hear the frustration, the anger, the pain in my voice. “Everyone is having a go at me. You’re all saying I’m not trying. You… Continue reading Comforting me like a child
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
This week is Eating Disorders Awareness Week. The focus this year is on the importance of early intervention and diagnosis. When I first became unwell, I was fortunate enough to have a GP who immediately referred me to the eating disorder service, and I was able to access treatment very quickly. To highlight the importance… Continue reading My week of appointments: Monday
I eat everything in tiny little bites. Barely a nibble. It takes me a long time to eat anything. My support worker challenged me on this whilst I ate a snack with her. “You’re just nibbling round the edges,” she told me. “Try and take a bigger bite.” So I did. It felt incredibly strange.… Continue reading A bigger bite
I’ve had a support worker before. Mostly she listened to me rambling on, trying to make sense of the irrational goings-on in my mind. I got on well with her. We had similar personalities and she seemed to understand what I was thinking and how my brain works. “Always be wary of the word ‘should‘,”… Continue reading Meeting in a coffee shop
Chicken Risotto 