When I split from my son’s father, the lawyer gave me a piece of advice. Not unsolicited – I’d asked him how long it would take before I felt better. He told me that in his experience. it took about half the time of the relationship to pass before people felt fully disconnected from it. This didn’t mean that I didn’t move on. But damned … Continue reading If mental illness was like a broken leg, people would help.
I was eleven when the eating disorder that had been stalking me succeeded in capture. Eleven years old and convinced that all the wrong feelings, fears, and insecurities would vanish if I could just get thin enough for perfection and protection. I knew I would be proud of myself when that day came, and why not? Who wouldn’t love perfection? I was promised a multimodal … Continue reading Embracing eating disorder recovery.
I read Steven Covey’s “The Seven Habits of Highly Effective People” when I was at university. Not as coursework. Instead of coursework. I did that quite often. It’s a big world with lots of books. I loved it. I’m fond of the self-improvement genre, and he had a lot of good ideas. I wanted to implement them all and be effective in my life, but … Continue reading Happiness is lists – an off-the-cuff joint.
Eating disorders have one goal: they want you dead. They hide that under “be thin, be fit, be healthy, be perfect, be beautiful,” but they don’t actually care about those things. If they did, the goalposts wouldn’t continually move. You can’t win with an eating disorder and living while trying to maintain it is a halflife. When you give up alcohol or drugs, you can … Continue reading Recovering from eating disorders.
From Famine to Feast. 