New Do!

As you may know

I wanted to get my hair done

In either an under cut

Or half shaved

I decided to go with the half shave in the end 

I was so excited to go to the hairdressers today

My sister thought it was a great idea

But my poor Mother was horrified 

My appointment was at 11am

And I just couldn't wait

I decided to get a few inches off my hair also

So the hairdresser did that first 

And then shaved the side of my head

First with a number 2 blade

And then with a number 1 

As I thought it could be shorter

I'm still getting used to it

And the different ways I can wear my hair

But I think I like it

Anyway 

Here are the photos....

From the front

The Haircut: You decide

As you know
Lately I have been experimenting with my look
I've had my nose pierced
I'm now wearing glasses
I'm thinking of getting a tattoo
And next for a change
Is my hair

I have made an appointment to get my hair done tomorrow morning
And I have two styles that I am thinking of getting done
Here is where I need your help
The first style is the under cut
Ala Rita Ora

 

I told my Dad that I am thinking of getting this done
And he said I was in the 'wrong age bracket'
But I really don't care if I am the wrong age
Or even if its passe
I still want to get it done

The other style is similar
The half shaved head
Like this











 So I'm wondering what you guys think
Have you ever had either of these styles?
Which do you think  would suit me better?
 And please do tell me if you think I have lost my mind
I'm a big girl
I can handle it

Its just that I so sick of my hair right now
I have two styles that I rotate
Hair up in a bun
Or down and straightened
It just doesn't go with who I am any more
You know?

Anyway
Let me know your thoughts
I am waiting with baited breath........

Blogging and a bit of honesty

It's    been over three years now since I first started writing this blog

It has been one of the better decisions I have made in recent times

From the start 

My blog has been a life line 

A strong support 

It has saved my life 

And my sanity many times

Often my blog is the one place that I am entirely honest

And with that in mind 

I need to make a confession

So here goes

First I should say 

That recovery is about progress not perfection

But lately I've been feeling like a fraud in regards to my drug addiction

With my ED 

I think I can safely say that I am in recovery

I am weight restored 

My thinking and behaviours are markedly improved 

Yes I do still purge the odd time 

But it's not a daily occurrence any more

When it used to be up to 15 times a day

So I think I'm about as good as I'm

Going to get in that regard 

But my addiction

Well that is kind of a grey area at the moment 

It's true

I'm not using heroin

Or any illegal drug

But I am on quite a hefty amount of prescription medication

Including methadone 

And various others

And people 

I have to confess

That I am not taking them properly 

In fact I don't think I have ever taken them properly

I take them to suit myself 

If I have a busy day 

I won't take any

And if I have I quiet day

I will overuse them

To escape

To get out of my own head 

To check off the planet for a while

To zone out 

I plan it do I will only go one day without meds

And the rest of the days are spent drifting in and out of sleep

I know 

It's not good

If I was braver I would talk to my doctor

Or to Breda 

But I'm not at that point yet

Because the thing is

My drugs are handed to me every week

They are legal 

The are meant for me

I'm supposed to take them

So where is the problem?

I know myself that this is not good 

It's almost as good as using 

As I am taking 

And abusing mild altering drugs

I really need to get my s**t together though

Because on Tuesday 

I am travelling to Turkey with my family

So I really don't want to sleep my way through that week

The thing is though 

That even when I take my meds properly  

They still make me groggy 

When I was in Belfast during the summer

I really struggled to stay awake

And missed out on a lot 

So on this holiday

I am determined to be alert and bright 

Obviously I can't not take the methadone I need that one 

But I can pare back the other meds 

The olanzapine

And the anti depressants

So I think I will take them PRN

When and if I need them

So yes

On Tuesday we travel to Turkey 

I am excited 

But also worried

As it will be hot there 

And I will be getting my arms and legs out

This is why I've been tanning 

So I feel a little bit better bareing all

This is where I need your help 

Have any of you gone on holiday this year?

Either while actively in your ED

Or in recovery

How did you manage?

What got you through?

Do you have any tips for me?

I really need help with this one...

The other anorexic...

You may remember over the years

My mentioning another girl in my area who is also anorexic

I used to meet her when I was walking my dogs

She would be pounding the pavement

Like a speed walker

And she seemed to walk all day

As any time I went walking

I met her

She was incredibly thin

With stick like arms and legs 

I don't know how she had the energy to walk so fast and so far

I guess she was like me

Running off of the fumes of the little food we allowed ourselves

And when we passed each other

We would whisper a timid hi

I recognised her straight away as a fellow anorectic the first time I saw her

You know the way you just know when you meet someone just like you

It was then that I realised that I wasn't the only anorectic in the village

As with a lot of eating disordered people 

It's hard to gage this woman's age

As her body was so childlike

Yet her face was that of someone in their mid to late forties

I have photos of me looking the same way

Having the body of a male child 

But the face of a mature woman 

It's a strange combination

And maybe one of the reasons that we recognised each other

I asked around about this girl 

I found out her name 

And that her sister died from anorexia a while back

She doesn't seem to work 

But drives a nice car

And always presents herself very well

I get the impression that she is an A typical anorexic

Shy 

Introverted 

A perfectionist 

She had all the ingredients to make up a recipe for disaster ED wise

I've met this girl quite a bit over the years

But have never said more than hello to her

But still

I felt we had a strange connection

They neither of us had to say anything 

Because we both felt each other's pain

And of course

I used to compare myself to this girl

Wondering if I was as thin as her

I'm sure she was thinking the same looking at me

I also often used to meet her in the supermarket

Which was mortifying 

As she would be buying things like bananas and lettuce

And I would have a basket full of binge food 

I wondered if she binged 

If she ever lost control completely 

Like I did almost every day

Sometimes I had a huge urge to speak to this girl

To run up to her

And give her a huge hug

And tell her that I understood her pain

That she could talk to me if she wanted

That I could be a friend to her

But of course I never did

I wish I had though

Over the last year

I have noticed that this girl hasn't been around much

I haven't met her walking in ages

And I was wondering what happened to her

I was hoping that she had got well

And found recovery 

But I really feared for her and her safety 

In the last couple of months

I have met this girl a couple of times shopping 

And I am delighted to report that she looks so much better

She has gained weight 

Not a lot

But enough so that she has life in her eyes again 

And a spring in her step 

I was so happy to see her in a better place 

It warms my heart 

And gives me hope

I was in the doctors this morning

I had just finished 

And was a walking out the surgery door

When I came face to face with this girl

She saw me

And I registered surprise in her face

She held the door for me

I said hello

And thanked her 

But for that split second 

Looking in to each other's eyes

I felt like we almost had a conversation

We saw each other looking

And feeling so much better

I even felt proud of this girl

For taking her life back

And for standing up to this cruel illness

Now that I am on the mend 

And tentatively venture in to recovery 

I feel a huge urge and obligation to let others know that recovery is possible 

I feel it's my duty to spread the word that you can and will get better

Mary asked me last week 

If I could go back and tell my ill self something

What would it be

I didn't have to think long about this

I would tell myself to go for recovery

That I had nothing to lose

And everything to gain 

Not to waste another year, month, week, day on this illness 

To take that leap of faith

I wouldn't regret it

Now I feel like I should let others know the huge benefits of embarking on recovery 

In the midst of an ED

It's so hard to see a way out 

To see beyond the ED

Which is why weight restoration is vital in recovery 

You literally can't think straight until your brain and body is fed

I can't even explain to you

How much better I feel now that I am weight restored 

I can think straight 

I have more strength and capability 

The difference is night and day 

But of course 

As the saying goes 

You can take a horse to water 

But you can't make it drink

It's the same with recovery 

From any addiction or illness

You can't change until you are ready 

Denial is a powerful thing

And people can go their whole lives without acknowledging that there is a problem

No one can do it for you

As I have often said 

If love and support could have got me well

Then I would have recovered a long time ago

But you can't force it

It happens only when we are ready

I am just so happy that this girl seems to be getting well 

And I would still love to talk to her 

But maybe that would be inappropriate 

I'm not quite sure

I think recovery often happens when people reach their thirties

At this age

A lot of people have been suffering for over a decade 

Usually people are worn down

And sick and tired of feeling sick and tired

I know I had more energy in my twenties 

I had the resilience to bounce back and keep going 

But now

I just don't have the energy or the inclination to maintain an ED or an addiction

I'm just too old for that s**t

The point of this post

Is to let you know that recovery is possible 

No matter how low you go

Or how hard you fall 

Recovery is there for each and every one of us 

We just have to reach out and grab it

My friend the walker

I'm sure her quality of life has dramatically improved  

And I wish her every health and happiness 

God knows she deserves it

Weigh Me?

As you know

Mary discharged me this week

And from the mental health services 

It's kind of scary 

As Mary was always my go to woman in times of crisis

She was close enough to me 

So that I could tell her anything 

But she was also far away enough to give me impartial advice

I know that I still have my doctor

And Breda

But I still think there will be a Maru shaped hole in my life

For now anyway 

I always took my lead from Mary as regards weighing

When my weight was low

She weighed me every week

Sometimes twice a week 

And as I began to recover 

She only weighed me from time to time

And then I used weigh at home once a week

Of course I have my own scale at home 

So if I suddenly get an urge to weigh myself I can 

But now I am wondering how often I should weigh myself 

Now that I have no one to report to

It's something that I forget to ask Mary about 

But I have a sneaking suspicion that she would advise me to do it once a week

But part of me thinks that is too much 

As weighing at the moment 

Is not something that is bothering me 

I think as long as my clothes for me

Then I am doing ok

Although I know that my weight tends to fluctuate quite a. It

So I was wondering about you

If you have been discharged from treatment

Inpatient or outpatient

Or you are recovering 

Or you are regaining weight

Or are weight restored 

How often do you weigh?

How often do you think is healthy?

Dos it help you to weigh in recovery?

Or does it hinder you?

I'd love to know.....

Clothes Post #22

I picked up a few bits this week

A pair of boots for autumn/winter 

A play suit for my holidays

(Did I mention that I am going to Turkey with my family at the end of the month?

I'm going with my Mum, my sister, my brother and his partner

We are going for ten days

And I am super excited 

Finally 

I will feel the sun on my skin 

And the warm breeze 

I think we deserve a bit of sun after the horrendous summer we had here)

And a pair of leggings 

The boots and play suit are Roxy

And the leggings are from Superdry

Here they are....

There's something about Mary...

I know

I know

I've used that post title more than once or twice

But there really is something about Mary

I had my last session with her yesterday

Which I was both dreading and looking forward to in equal measures

I arrived on time

And ahe came to the office door

As she always does when she hears me come in the front door

I settled in my usual seat across from her

And all of a sudden I felt really emotional

Like it was the end of an era

Literally 

However 

I managed to keep it together

And told Mary about starting in the dog shelter next week 

She has always told me to do what I love to do

Then it's never like work 

And I concur 

I'm looking after my neighbours dog this week

So I had to postpone the dog shelter until next week

I am like so happy at the monent

All i do is walk dogs 

And feed them

And play with them

And talk to them

I swear I think I have find my true calling in life 

I love it

And I am now more sure than ever that I made the right decision not to do the business course

It would have been like putting s bird in a cage 

For want of a better expression

Mary and I chatted for a while

She asked me to think back to the first day that I met her

I can remember it so clearly 

I arrived for my appointment on time

And the receptionist informed me that Mary had got caught in a back log of traffic

And would be late 

Then she made me a cup of tea and a biscuit

I must have looked like I needed it 

Mary arrived

All smiles and apologies

We went in to an office 

I remember feeling dead inside

There was nothing going on inside me emotionally

I was feeling hopeless

Resigned to my fate as an eating disordered drug addict

My first session with Mary was all paperwork

Assessing my risk to myself and all that

I remember answering many questions

You know the ones where they ask you things like how often do you feel like killing yourself

Tick here for never

Here for sometimes

Here for a lot 

Here for all the time

It's hard to fill in these type of questionnaires 

As you don't want to come across as completely unhinged

Yet you want them to know that you do really need help

I guess the best bet is to be honest

Today I also had to fill in the same questionnare 

And I was delighted to be able to tick hardly ever or never

For most of the questions 

Which was a turn around 

We talked a lot about recovery 

How it's a never ending process 

And needs constant maintenance 

And upkeep 

Mary made the point that recovering from a mental illness 

Is as important as recovery from a physical illness 

And often the two are linked

Mary told me that her door is always open 

If I need a few booster sessions

She said that needing support

Even extra support

Is not the same as a relapse 

Asking for support is key in preventing a relapse

I've relapsed enough times to know the warning signs

And I know that a relapse usually happens long  before you pick up a drug or lose a significant amount of weight

It happens when you let things slip

And slide

When you become complacent 

Comfortable 

I know that I'm well today because of the structure and support I have in place

And I need to remain vigilant 

Mary told me

That from the first day she met me

She had high hopes for me

Because of my honesty and motivation

She really believed in me

And I really felt  that from her

All along

She has fed me the idea that recovery is possible

I doubted her for so long 

But now I know that it's possible

Because it's happening to me

She told me that the reason she gets up in the morning 

Is to see the smile on faces like mine

As we head off from being discharged

And out to live our lives

She held out her arms 

We hugged

And said goodbye

And walked out the door 

And as I closed it behind me

And felt like I was closing a chapter in my life

So that's it 

I am no longer in therapy 

I can now say with out a shadow of a doubt 

That I am in recovery 

It's no exaggeration to say that sometimes it feels like my recovery happened in spite of me

In spite of my trying to self destruct

And f**k it up

It really feels like I was carried to this point 

On the shoulders of the people that support me

I dont remember ever making a decision to recover

All I know was that last April

I took an overdose

What happened after that is a blur 

It seems that as quickly as things can turn sour

And go Pete Tong

They can also turn around just as quick

And that's they way I feel it happened to me

Of course I participated in my own recovery

I went to therapy 

I did the work

I ate the food

I stopped the purging 

I did it 

But still

It really feels as though love and support got me through 

I know I am lucky

Having a strong family behind me has been the back bone of my recovery

And my Mother has been at the helm every step of the way

I couldn't have done this without her

She has bee there every step of the way

When I had many a meltdown over my weight

When I was ill she cared for me

When I cried she held me 

When I thought I was losing my mind she sat with 

Talked to me 

One story she often tells me is of the day I was born

And listening to that soothes like nothing else

She is nothing short of incredible

As I type this 

I feel tears sting the back of my eyes

Life thus far has been like a roller coaster on steroids 

Sometimes I wonder how I made it to 34

But I did

And I know there is a reason for that

Even if it's not clear yet

I trust it will

In time

I think back to yesterday 

When I weighed myself

That number couldn't mean less to me

Whatever weight I am 

It is better than being a walking skeleton 

It's better than being at deaths door

Or in deaths waiting room

I am just grateful to have a body 

And a healthy body at that 

Yes I now have boobs

And a bum you could eat your dinner off

But that is so much better than skin and bones 

Mary asked me today

What I would tell myself if I could go back to in time 

I would tell that poor, sick, broken girl

To go for it

To take a chance on life

And grab it by the balls

Don't waste another month, week, day on this cruel bitch of an illness

Throw out your scales 

Give your skinny clothes to charity 

Have a frothy coffee just the way you like it

Have a slice of cake

Allow yourself to eat what you want

Whether that be an orange or chocolate 

Be kind to yourself 

Be gentle on yourself 

Because you need you

And you are stuck with you

So you better start accepting and loving yourself 

Because you only have one life

One chance

One shot at being happy 

So go for it!

Shoot for the stars 

You won't regret it

It's been a long road to this point

But you know

I don't regret a thing

Not one thing

Everything that has happened had got me to this point 

And this point is not a bad place to be

Not at all 

Now I'm ready for the next chapter

Come on life

I'm ready for you....