Grief, ED recovery, Mental Health and all the lovely things that give my Sisyphean rock meaning
I set out on a simple mission: prove I exist, collect my birth certificate, go home. Instead, I ended up locked in a full-scale digestive crisis, betrayed by both Apple Maps and soup. My body staged a rebellion mid-journey, forcing me to fight for my life just to complete basic admin.
In the quiet chaos of ED recovery, one bowl of cheesy beans becomes a battle cry. From airlocks and equilibrium to the bittersweet flood of emotions, this is a story of nourishment, resilience, and small victories that taste like hope. A journey back to life, one cheesey bean at a time.
Having my castle collapse — and now rebuilding it — is the metaphor I’m using for my eating disorder and my recovery from it. Being concise isn’t exactly my strong suit, probably thanks to ADHD — I could talk for Wales! So I thought my castle-building updates deserved their own space. These posts won’t follow …
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