Just a couple of Jellycat Bartholomew bears and some flowers. Come on a little fluffy walk with us.
Grief, ED recovery, Mental Health and all the lovely things that give my Sisyphean rock meaning
Just a couple of Jellycat Bartholomew bears and some flowers. Come on a little fluffy walk with us.
Recovery didn’t bring joy rushing back. It brought pain. Grief. The feelings I ran from. But I keep going- eating, walking, packing a Jellycat - because I want to be here when joy returns. Not the muted kind, but real joy. The kind that stays. The kind that wraps me in fluffiness.
Today was meant to be restful, but my brain woke me up yelling “BOOTS!” like it was a threat. I got my meds, made my bear a bowtie, and ignored all signs of needing to lie down. A cortisol-fuelled quest, featuring pigeons, macramé, and one very overdressed bear.