If you’ve seen Love Actually, you might get the reference for my title … When you speak up about trauma, you tend to get responses like ‘that must have been awful’… ‘you did not deserve that’… ‘I bet that’s not nice to think about’… all of which are true. B u t What people don’t…
I am tired Of feeling like I’ve let people down upsetting people feeling like I haven’t put enough energy or effort into my degree feeling like I don’t have enough time to do my job not talking to my friends enough being slow at replies fighting my eating disordered thoughts dealing with the consequences of…
*Trigger warning* – I briefly mention trauma, suicide & other mental health issues.
Whilst the rose-tinted glasses have been removed and I now realise that isn’t true, unlearning those thoughts has been — and continues to be — difficult and messy. I had based my worth & entire identity around my eating disorder.
It is so empowering and encouraging to find charities being created whose main aim, and purpose, is to build a safe space for women to talk openly, honestly and courageously about anything and everything.
It’s another one of ‘those‘ blogs … the dreaded SELF-CARE one. Self-care is such an overused phrase. Sad? Self-care. Happy? Self-care. Tired? Self-care. Confused? Self-care. Coffee? Self-care… I’m not sure where the coffee part came from but good coffee definitely IS self-care !! My point is, the phrase is used so often that ‘self-care’ has…
The world doesn’t need you, you are 1 of 8 billion. You don’t live for others, you live for yourself.
The body I need to live a full, present, complete life is the body I want to call home.
‘When the big things feel out of control… focus on what you love right under your nose.’ Charlie Mackesy
The truth is … recovery is a mess.