You have to learn how to live again and, like with any lessons, you often have to fail to learn the best way or the right way...
Bulimia has been the devil on my shoulder for the best part of 25 years. This year is the first time I’ve stood up to the devil and said enough is enough.
I guess my eating disorder began pretty generically. I had booked a girls’ holiday and didn’t want to feel uncomfortable in a bikini, so about six weeks before I was due to embark on a fun-filled week in the sun, the ‘holiday diet’ began.
I was 12 years old when I first made myself sick. Looking back, I can’t remember why I did it, but I had no idea how quickly it would take over my life.
Writing from a position of almost seven years symptom-free from my once old friend bulimia nervosa, and fully recovered, I read all these stories with such a tangible sadness. Everything described is so horribly familiar at the same time as feeling like a lifetime ago.
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.
My head was constantly filled with self-loathing thoughts. I couldn't concentrate on anything other than hating the skin I was in.
I'm now pregnant and suffering from Hypermeresis Gravidarum (HG), which is an extreme form of morning sickness.