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Personal Stories

My Personal Story

Looking back on my life I can see now that I have always had issues with food, when I was a younger, I was described as ‘’a pickie eater’’.  Fast forward 30+ years and I hit rock bottom and had to face up to my eating disorder and do something or it would get the better of me.

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My story – by Claire

It had never occurred to me I would get better, there was just this black end in sight when I thought about the future. In some way in was a forceful sort of existence in the present moment as the future really didn’t even feature. I had been bulimic since the age of 14 and […]

A Story of a Recovered Compulsive Eater

By Sarah I had no peace, no joy I just obsessed about my weight. I was focused on dieting and restricting and binging. I was never in between to the degree that I would get really depressed if I ate more than I said I would in a day and I would be really happy […]

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By B When the light comes in. It will come in, if u let it. My soul yearned for it but my head said no for quite sometime. Sent friends & family away, shivered with the cold, lay opened eyed every nite. With tears dripping down my face. My body achingly frail hiding from the […]

I don’t know how it started

By Alf I don’t know how it started. I don’t know when it started. There was no event that I could point to that made me do it the first time. I don’t even remember the first time I did it. It was just a gradual realisation that I was doing it. And even then, […]

My Story, by Helen

By Helen While our past struggles do not define us, the past shapes our present self and our struggles make us stronger. I believe it is important to first share my story in order for all of this to make sense. I also decided to write about this because while not everyone ends up spiraling […]

Tired

By Audrey Do you think it’s easy to carry this weight upon my head? Do you think it’s easy to see the things I have to see? How long do you think I can carry on being this way? Do you really think it’s easy to be me? When my weary body falls apart And […]