She was just 15

My sister was just 15 when she committed suicide. I was devastated. My baby sister was gone and I didn’t know why. I knew she had been bullied but was that the only reason? I knew a lot of things but my mind had to piece things together.

She was just 15 years old. With a world of things still yet to explore, her first true love. Her first true kiss. Marriage, children, graduating, showing the bullies who wins.

She was just 15 years old. I hadn’t yet shown her how much she meant to me. The love and bond we had was unbreakable but she didn’t yet know this. She thought she was a nobody.

The bullying got too much and on march 1st she ended her life. Things have been so different without her its like there is a piece of my heart missing.

 

Eating disorder, How it started

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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