When I was 12 I was diagnosed with anorexia nervosa. That’s where it all began really. My life became a game of counting calories restricting food and purging. I wasn’t quite sure at the time why I was doing it except it was the only thing I could control in my life which at the time was spiralling out of control.
I ended up being sectioned a few months later and being sent to a unit in London called Rhodes farm. There I went through very strict routines and therapy to help me learn the correct eating patterns and “normal” way to think about food.
I was detained for 9 months and missed my family a lot who could only come up once a fortnight so I barley saw them. When I needed them the most. It didn’t cure my eating disorder and to this date now I still suffer from an eating disorder.
In fact when I was hospitalised two years ago I was sectioned due to my eating disorder seriously affecting my physical health. It was making me have a lot more seizers then I would normally have.
I’m on the road to recovering now though I eat three meals a day and snacks in between. Im gaining weight and starting to feel comfortable with it. One day I’ll be strong enough.
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