The Grapes of Wrath
I stopped counting and writing down how many grapes I could have in a single sitting a while ago. I have become content with not having...
Irrational and farcical musings in anorexia recovery.
Today I woke up, and I felt angry. Why? Because hummus. Yes, hummus. Not because I'm a member of an extremely right-wing, anti-vegan political cult or something. But, because I am currently in recovery from anorexia, and these are the sorts of irrational, bizarre and comical things that plague my conscience most days.
I've ummed and ahhed about writing about anorexia this time. I've done that before, and it's often ended up being more stressful than relieving. This blog isn't going to be deep, reflective or particularly long and poignant. I do enough of that sort of thing in therapy. I don't have any goals or expectations in terms of how frequently I'm going to post. This blog is simply designed to be a place where I document some of the strangest and comical thoughts, events and stories from my current experience of anorexia recovery. It isn't designed to be particularly inspiring, educational or agenda-seeking. The idea is simply to give a bit of insight to those who've not experienced an eating disorder about the kind of things this illness does to someone's brain, and to hopefully add a knowing and understanding smile to the faces of those of you who just know exactly what I'm talking about.
In no way to I intend to trivialise this illness, or downplay the importance of pro-recovery material and education on the horrific nature and realities of eating disorders. I am simply a believer in the immense value of humour when it comes to healing, and this is how I'm choosing to engage you in my current journey.
With love, Rach x
"A cheerful heart is good medicine..." ~ Proverbs 17:22