My recent status as a single Pringle has made me realize how the process of getting over someone could be applied to “getting over” depression and eating disorders.
It sounds like I’m trivializing doesn’t it? Of course, you can’t control mind disorders- if you could you wouldn’t have bothered with them in the first place, surely? And I am not an advocate of happy-crappy self-help advice (coming soon, to a ranty blog post near you), but I think I may be onto something here. Bear with me… Continue reading “Not crying over spilled milk”
I’m the oldest and I’ve let you down. I should be sorted by now and successful and I’m not. I shouldn’t need looking after; I shouldn’t need this much attention when there are young members of family that do. I should know better.
Continue reading “Too many cooks *don’t always* spoil the broth”
I keep hearing how empowering it is to admit you have a mental illness. Supposedly, it is brave. Supposedly, it is the first step you take to “getting better”- whatever that may look like.
So why don’t I feel empowered? Continue reading “Cowardy custard”
This originally started as an “anorexia recovery” blog but I’m coming to the realisation that it’s not as simple as that (as if anorexia on its own is ever “simple”).
No, if you were going to fuse together the “issues” in my head at the moment- what, with my relentless joy and zest for life (not), my desire to restrict, binge, purge, cry (rave) repeat- it would probably sound more like depres-orexi-mi-nge. Depresoreximinge. Depression, anorexia, bulimia, bingeing. Nice. Barrel of laughs, me.
But what came first..? Continue reading “The chicken or the egg?”
My mind resembles something similar to mash potatoes at the minute so I can’t imagine this will be anything other than a good, old fashioned whinge… Continue reading “How the cookie *doesn’t* crumble…”