Tuesday, 13 September 2011

I want...

I want my life back.
No matter how bad things were, nothing, NOTHING can be as bad as Anorexia.

My weight remains in limbo, my mind in hell.
I am unable to complete tasks I attempt as my brain is just too addled.

I have started taking Pregabalin, despite the fear that its most common side effect is weight gain. 
I don't care anymore.
I just want the illness to go.

I wish that I could be put to sleep whilst my weight is restored.

It occurs to me that I haven't written about The Woman lately.
I have so much to say. 
So many words in a swirling vortex - half formed ideas dance purple shadows in front of my closed eyelids in the early hours.
I resolve to write posts about the nature of Anorexia and my understanding of its relationship with anxiety and depression.
I swear I'll reply to friends, blog friends and world friends, whose words and caring constantly brush soft against my bruises.
And yet, come the morning, I haven't got the mental energy.
It's all I can do just to force the bran through my lips.

I want to go back to work.
I want to live again.
I want to eat without feeling like I'm sinning.
I want to live outside of hell.

I want to ignore the old parental adage that whispers that 'I want doesn't get'.

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

Graffiti That Grabbed Me

Taking a shortcut down a small alley the other day, I came across this message stencilled on a wall.
Ignoring the somewhat sinister effect of the dripping paint... the message itself brought a little flame of hopefulness in the midst of all the dark.

"You're Gonna Be Okay".
The feather-gentle sinking into reassurance. A warm blanket round the shoulders of a shaking crash victim.

Reckon we could all do with hearing that phrase sometimes.