Xani

And be prepared to cry shitloads.

I spent 2 years as an anorexic. Flatly refused inpatient and only turned my life around when my psych told me I basically had to eat or die. I was 18 then and they couldn't force me to inpatient because I wasn't quite crazy enough to get sectioned.

My sister and my best friend were the best. They were straightforward, harsh and blunt and my god, it helped me so much.

As the sister of a lady who suffers from severe migraines and therefore is not allowed the pill, it would be nice for her fella to be able to take BC so they wouldn't have to constantly use condoms. They ocasionally split, resulting in my sister rushing to the pharmancy for a morning after pill that messes her up for a day.

OH GOD THIS.

So so so bad. I wanted to "lose enough weight" to be considered underweight so that I felt like I had a right to be in therapy.

Ever read "Wasted" by Marya Hornbacher? It's such a blunt, well-written account of someone suffering from an ED. One of my favourite books.

The first time I read it, it made me sicker. The second time I read it, it helped me recover. Funny, huh?

My mum had this. She's constantly coked up on pain killers and somehow still manages to remain brilliant.

Whilst I don't really go for alternative medicine or anything like that, one of her friends was into Reiki healing. He did a whole pain visualisation thing for her one day and it really helped. I'm fairly sure it was all down to the placebo effect, but what the hell. If my mum isn't in pain any more and she's not taking so many drugs all at once, I'm not about to knock her choices.