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It may be ‘World Mental Health Day,’ but our mental health deserves attention everyday. I’ve learnt that if you neglect your basic needs, then you can end up in a dark place. Look out for yourself and others EVERY day.
What happened to the real you? The one that existed before you created an online version of yourself. Recovery has taught me to accept the ‘me’ that exists in real life. She is a whole lot happier than the one she pretended to be when she was ill.
It’s all to easy to make assumptions about one another, without knowing the full picture. Recovery has helped me to let go of judgements and to be more open, in both heart and mind.
It’s not easy being reminded of who I was when I was in the grips of anorexia; angry, sad and lost. It still amazes me that these feelings are no longer my everyday experience. So, when I was unexpectedly faced with a mirror image of myself, it was incredibly uncomfortable yet welcomed at the same time.
What’s your purpose? Where do you belong? What are you working towards? Life can be constant race to keep up. How about we just enjoy the ride, right here, right now.
When you feel like you have nothing left to give, you are exhausted and want to give up…these are some of the tools I have used to keep me on track. And more importantly a few reminders as to why recovery is worth it.
How many hours of snooze do you manage to get a night? Mine has been far too little of late, and it has taken it’s toll on my mental and physical health. This is why I need to remind myself that sleep is non-negotiable part of my recovery.
One simple word, yet for many years I rarely said it. I was a people pleaser, too afraid to honour my needs and boundaries. I’ve learnt that being able to say no, is not a selfish act, but a liberating one, with benefits to everyone around you.
‘Love’ is a word so often overused and said so willingly, that it’s meaning has become devalued. Love is something I could never imagine feeling, or being able to give to myself or another. Recovery has given me this gift, for which I treasure.
Do you feel free to honour your true self? Which version of you, do you present to the outside world? What do you see when you look in the mirror…beyond your physical self?
Note to self: Stop worrying, stop berating yourself, let it go…you are only human!
“I’ll never be good enough.” Does this sound familiar to you? Where does this voice telling you that you aren’t enough come from? Listen…REALLY listen…and you may discover what it’s REALLY telling you.
I’ve written this on behalf of those who are living with the brutal reality of an an eating disorder, and to highlight the misconceptions that are being played out in the ‘wellness’ community.
Finding my place in the world has taken me some time. Fitting in was something I struggled with throughout my twenties, and have only really found my sense of self and belonging since letting go of my eating disorder. I believe everyone has a message to share; it might take you longer than others, but you will get there.
The value of space is massively underrated. I don’t mean actual physical space, although that too is important, I mean space to clear your mind, and sit with your thoughts without any distractions. Not easy, I know, but hugely valuable.
For this reflection, I drew inspiration from the 1942 film ‘Casablanca.’ One of the most famous lines ‘Here’s Looking At You Kid’ is universally recognised, yet has multiple interpretations. It made me think about the power of words; does the power belong to the word or the way it’s delivered?
Ever been called ‘over sensitive?’ Yep me too. Here I explain why I totally embrace my sensitivity and ignore those who can’t see the beauty in feeling deeply.
Easter was just another celebration that I dreaded in my eating disorder. The sparkly wrappers that encase those sweet chocolatey delights were my nightmare. Thank goodness I no longer feel the shame or guilt they used to represent.
I built Jiggsy on a foundation of honesty for all, and that includes me. So, yep I take antidepressants, and I am finally OK saying it. I don’t hide the packets from my loved ones anymore. I hope that my words here, can go a little way to relinquish the shame that’s still felt by so many.
If you want to recover from any mental health issue, you will need to be honest with yourself and others; there is no other way. You might need to face some ugly truths, but be brave. It will be worth it in the end.
Another year older, another year wiser as they say. Birthday’s were definitely not something to celebrate when I was under the spell of anorexia. Today is different…no big plans or huge parties, but a day full of gratitude, cake and joy. That is the biggest gift I could wish for.
A year has passed since Jiggsy launched and it’s the beginning of eating disorders awareness week, so here are my thoughts on the grim reality of living with an eating disorder. We must do more to demolish the stigma, myths and culture that STILL fuels them.
The only way I beat my eating disorder was do the opposite of what it wanted. I had to sit with the rage that bubbled away inside of me when I challenged it’s demands. I had to trust that the anger and pain I felt, would lead me to a better place.
When you can fully accept yourself in the here and now, loving yourself becomes a great big adventure. It opens you up to wonder and excitement, where you are willing and able to receive the love you only dreamed of.