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It was in July this year that I completed the Iceland Trek. I signed up in August last year, thinking I had plenty of time to get my act together.
What can I even call you? Are you a best friend, an acquaintance? Or even now an enemy? At the start I have to admit I worshipped you.
As with mental illnesses in general, responsibility is a major issue when it comes to eating disorders.
I've lived with binge eating disorder for about 30 years. I used to think I'd live with it for the rest of my life. But I've found that recovery is possible.
If it hadn’t been for the NHS, we wouldn’t have been able to access the care my daughter got; we couldn’t have afforded it.
Recovery is like a swimming pool with no shallow end. You can’t just dip your toe into the water or walk in until it’s up to your knees for it to work.
I’ve recently started to take personal development a bit more seriously, and I’ve spent a good amount of time reflecting on my recent past as a result.
I don't know the exact date I recovered from my eating disorder, or that I can so completely close the door and give myself the title 'recovered'.
Once upon a time I'd be writing this letter to a friend. Comfort me. Tell me it will be OK. Whisper words into my ear that I can still succeed.
Natalie shares her recovery from bulimia and says there is hope. With the right support and education, there is light at the end of the tunnel.
Instead of living your life pretending it didn’t happen, we need to start embracing the past and using it as an experience that we’ve learnt from.
Not once did I believe I'd be free of the rules of self-cruelty. But here I am, free of my compulsion to lose weight, free of bulimia and with a free mind.