Lately, I am running out of enthusiasm in writing about my experience with anorexia - frustrating, and same time liberating. In recovery, you long for the day where you can no longer relate to the illness; at least I do. While aware that it’s a matter of years, I know it will ultimately happen. I’ve been pretty clear that I don’t support the idea of remission; I’m an advocate of full recovery. Maybe it’s my recollection of life without anorexia that allows me to envision a re

Woken by the alarming feel of anxiety, Promptly out of bed we must climb. To merge with the rest of early rise society, We rush to get ready in time. Loosing any and all track of our lifelong goal, Once in the office we arrive, Everyday we surrender a piece of our soul, For the only focus is strive. In trying to keep up with all this mindless stuff, We’re rightly scared of the unknown. So admitting to ourselves we have had enough, Is to be moving a millstone. Giving out our u

The more unawareness I meet in my interactions with friends and relatives, the stronger my impulse to expose every single bit of my story. I trust that awareness will help lift up the stigma behind mental illness and foster more openness from fellow sufferers. I believe this to be an essential factor for advancing towards full recovery. Remission is certainly an outcome, a positive one in fact, whereby you achieve a long-lasting and effective reduction of symptoms that enable

The first step in discovering our Self, in learning how to live our life freely and fully, is seeing how this Self - the soul - was present all along. Let’s start by recalling the glimpses of true personality that always inhabited our thoughts. Those instants where we pictured our lives to be different, envisioning events we wish were our reality; the times when we secretly contemplated on the what ifs… When such moments arose, we shut off the feelings, thus separating oursel

Do you feel that you cruise through life not really knowing why you do the things you do? Be it your vocation in general, or the little actions and thoughts you notice in your quotidian? Maybe it’s switching off from the “outside world” all too often, or hoping you could. Maybe it’s repeatedly catching yourself day dreaming, recalling old decisions, ones that stray from how you like to think about yourself. Maybe it’s wishing you could revise the past, imagining what could ha

Somewhere in early adulthood, being the reflection of what my entourage appreciated, knowing how I “shouldn’t be”, gave direction to my life: a sense of the type of girl I ought turn into. In dedicating myself to what others expected, or valued I became carefree of my own desires. Lacking the slightest clue of what I wanted, I cumulated experiences in line with general aspirations. The main point is that whenever I felt lucky to be in my hoes, I forced them to fit and they ha

I have taken a longer break from writing about anorexia, recovery, or the self-growth and awareness that arise as you are almost forced, to meticulously analyze your thinking and actions, in the process back to health. But in my pause, one idea kept surging back to mind; so I thought, what better way to pass the time waiting for my friend, who at this point may never show up, than “blurb-ing up” those thoughts and seeing what comes out of it. Truth is, I love writing. From th