I suffered from mental illness and still at times struggle with my thoughts, with food and with acceptance. During that time I befriended the two sisters, Anorexia and Bulimia. Anorexia came knocking at my door and foolishly I let her in. She wanted to take my life, she wanted all of me, and when my eyes finally opened to the truth and she couldn’t have her way with me, she send her sister Bulimia who stole my identity and replaced it with emptiness and self loathing.
12 years since my full recovery and I have an opportunity to tell my story, “the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help me God”, because sometimes we just need to say things as they are; mental illness can’t be sugar coated, and need to be brought to be forefront in order to find the root of its origin.
This blog is intertwined with stories of my childhood, as each incident engraved the heartache, misunderstanding and disappointment felt during my struggle, as well as current feelings and experiences because with age you rationalise your inner demons, and you more often have tiring arguments instead of defeats because you build a resilience against those negative thoughts.
And every now and again there will be a blog entry which is rich with ‘just because’ and ‘why not’ because I’m living a full life, surrounded by opportunities, friends, family and my two very active children.
So here goes nothing …