A rather in depth account of my own experience with bulimia.
Ouch. Yep, I know it sounds harsh. Let it sink in, and let it hurt. Because I’m hoping that by the time I’ve explained what I mean by this, it’ll hurt a little less and actually help you.
Once upon I time I actually felt a great deal of shame around keeping a journal. From the age of around 13 it was a grand secret that I kept hidden in my underwear drawer and in those days it mostly contained musings about how “unfair” things were. How “unfair” it was that I was [...]
An attempt to gain some clarity on the mix between antidepressants and alcohol.
My personal experience with opening up about my struggles with mental health.