Life and depression
Originally posted on It's not the despair:
When a famous person dies, there’s always interest. When a comedian takes that final regrettable step and takes their own life, it’s easy…
Originally posted on It's not the despair:
When a famous person dies, there’s always interest. When a comedian takes that final regrettable step and takes their own life, it’s easy…
Back in the winter, when L was starting her second inpatient stay, The Boyfriend and his family booked a holiday in Fuerteventura, on the understanding that she needed to be […]
Back in the dark days of anorexia, I was, frankly, a bit of a mess. I wavered between thinking L would starve to death and wanting to run away away […]
There are times when I realise that of the last two years, L has spent 14 months of them as a patient in a psychiatric hospital. It is like a […]
L is at her first rock festival. This is a big deal. I worry about her drinking or taking drugs. But also I worry about her not eating. She is […]
Since going back to work, life has been a bit hectic. Well, quite a lot, actually. L continues to make good progress, although her weight gain starts to falter as […]
It is Saturday night. I am at home, looking after K, as C and J have gone out. I wanted to go with them, but K is anxious and it […]
Today life was good. L was at home, after spending the evening at home last night. I was on leave, with the aim of helping her re-establish eating at home. […]
This is a hard post to write. But as this has been a blog about mothers and daughters, it seems relevant. I have two mothers. An adoptive mother, with whom […]
L’s Saturday night dinner.