Highs, lows, vertigo
Below you'll find a picture of me a few weeks ago, enjoying some incredibly good hummus and mixed mezze with one of my best friends at a...
Irrational and farcical musings in anorexia recovery.
Today I woke up, and I felt angry. Why? Because hummus. Yes, hummus. Not because I'm particularly offended by chickpeas. But, because I am currently in recovery from a relapse with anorexia, and these are the sorts of irrational, absurd, and comical things that plague my conscience most days.
I've ummed and ahhed about writing about my struggle with 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 particularly deep, reflective or 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 battle with the woman upstairs, and try to make sense of them. This blog 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