I Was The Sky

“One day, I stopped breathing. Of course, I don’t remember too much of it, it was a sort of panic then a calming blackness.
Even before, I was told I was going to die and my heart could barely beat. However, my little heart kept fighting for me, so it was the incentive that so should I. Never did I believe I would be alive to see the day I had a genuine smile on my face once again. 
My eating disorder I eventually realised was always smaller than me, even at times if it felt vast. It operated within me, and I never did operate within it. Even though a stormy, black cloud may be drifting along the skyline, if that is the metaphor – it turns out I was the sky.”

Ceilidh Monaghan, Kent, UK