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I'm mum, messy, moody and manic. A worried writer, carefree cook. Retired flautist and teacher of beautiful young flute players. I buried myself in life and love, babies and busyness, until grief, exhaustion and broken dreams cracked me open like a newly hatched chick. So here I am, piecing my middle-aged butt back together while licking gunk off my fledgling wings and learning to fly again. Welcome to my world.
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Tag: eating disorder

11Nov

The Girl I Used to Be

Decades of maladaptive coping mechanisms crashed down around my ears, and the words severe depression and chronic anxiety were bandied about - in relation to me. I was in the depths of self-induced starvation, self-harming, highly suicidal, too depressed to function, and suffering the physical misery of high anxiety – pounding heart, shaking hands, internal catastrophising, panic attacks. I’d become one of “those people”.
03Aug

Back Down the Rabbit Hole

While you'd think fear and loathing around body size would make me eat less and move more - proven methods of weight loss - it does in fact increase my anxiety which makes me eat more food, more often, and much faster. Counter intuitive. But my reality. This in turn makes me more unhappy and I find myself in a vicious downhill spiral.
09Nov

Lock Me Up

My psychologist (I love her to bits!) has suggested I consider a specialised Eating Disorder
17Sep

Feed Me

Every morsel of food passing my lips is feeding something. This is a universal truth.
31Aug

Where to Now?

Lost my mojo. I’m playing Candy Crush all the time. This is a bad sign.
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