Mum, moody, messy, manic. Retired musician and aspiring writer.
From dark, sordid, private journaling, this website became my greatest recovery asset for major depression and anxiety, and the eating disorder and self harm behaviours I used to mask them.
I imploded like a smashed egg, and from within I've found a fledgling bird, ready to spread its wings and fly.
I hope within these pages, you find a moment of connection, truth, revelation and understanding. This is my story. Perhaps it's yours too.
"Are you on a diet?"
I was 22 years old. I was not on a diet. I was not overweight. Yet...
It was Christmas Day and I was away from my family. Invited to a friend's house for the day, I met a lovely Japanese couple. His English wasn't the greatest and when I said I didn't eat meat, he asked if I was on a diet. It was an innocent question - and his wife quickly jumped in to clarify. He was asking if I had dietary restrictions. I did. I was vegetarian.
Within a year I was also bulimic.