Dating Anorexia

I’m in a fairly new relationship, but I’m still in my old one – an affair do you say? Sort of. I’m cheating on anorexia with my boyfriend.

Every time I say no to the food rules, that I say I want to enjoy a meal with him rather than eat like I normally do, every time I say I’ll walk 10 minutes less, that I want to spend more time with him rather than walking, I’m cheating on anorexia. I’m cheating on the thing trying its hardest to kill me. I’m cheating on the thing trying to ruin my current relationships, friends, romantic, family.

I’m learning to rebel, to do the things that make me feel like I’m a bad person, to do the things that will save my life. Am I good at those things? No. Am I trying to be? Most definitely. I’m learning to be Daniela again, rather than the “Daniela and Anorexia” couple. I’m learning to be a care free Daniela, a restful, calm, kind Daniela who can think about something other than food or exercise, a Daniela who is in friendships and family-ships (yes that’s a word now)(maybe it isn’t but shh) and a relationship. I’m learning to be a Daniela without anorexia – I don’t know what she looks like yet, not the same as I did before and certainly not the same as I do now, but she’s waiting for me. She’ll be here not tomorrow or the next day, but she’s coming. She’s going to be tired and bruised from the fight that got her there but she’ll be alive and happy and lucky to have all the wonderful people in her life that she does.

Sending love, light and joy,

A Daniela who’s a work in progress

To the girl in the orange jacket…

The girl in the orange jacket walks past me a lot, and I don’t know if she suffers in the same way I do but I’ve assumed she does, so in some ways she’s fictional and in some ways she’s a mirror and in a lot of ways my assumptions suggest more about me than they ever will about her. But anyway, I wrote her a letter…

To the girl in the orange jacket,

I know you, well I don’t know you but I’ve walked past you enough times. You see I know you because I was you, and most days I still am you.

I was the one wearing 2 pairs of leggings, 2 jumpers and a coat. I was the one avoiding eye contact while I did the things that probably weren’t good for me, that definitely weren’t good for me, the things that definitely were bad for me. I had my music on, just like you, pretending, hoping, assuring that no one in the world could reach me. I am the one who looked at you with pity, with fear, with jealousy. I am the one who looked at you thinking “but she must feel so in control”. I am the one who maybe some days realises you probably aren’t.

So to the girl in the orange jacket, and all the others suffering, living, surviving, I know you. I’m with you. I’m as scared, as tired, as alone as you, and I wish I could say, hold on, keep faith, have hope but I honestly don’t know. All I will say is that hidden suffering, the fear, the mental exhaustion, the loneliness, is not unique to you. You may feel alone but I promise you, you are not.

Sending love, happiness and peace,

Daniela x

‘Tis not the season for body image issues

Last year in summer, in the absolutely baking heat (okay so I get hot easily), every time I went on leave from hospital, I lived in a poncho, and I’m not talking a waterproof one, I’m talking a thick woven poncho. Why? Because I thought it hid me. I thought no one could see my weight when I was wearing a massive poncho. I don’t however think I was quite as inconspicuous as I thought walking round Richmond Park in the height of summer in the stereotypical winter attire of an alpaca farmer with my arms out trying to get a breeze through. 

While others lived in shorts and T-shirt’s, in bikinis, I lived in my poncho and eventually when I gained a bit more confidence, a men’s size XXXL jumper. I was absolutely terrified of people seeing my body size. 

Anorexia for me had started with a way of getting control, but as my brain became more malnourished, so did my ability to see sense, to see my size accurately, to see that no matter my size, I had no one staring at me, no one judging me (in an ideal world), no one thinking the same about my body as I did. 

So what about this summer? Well the poncho has retired. Most days the XXL waterproof jacket remains, but a healthy weight has started to bring clarity, a kindness towards myself, a peace with my body. But for me and for so many, summer comes with struggles. So be kind, be patient, be nonjudgemental.

Sending love, light and joy, 
Daniela x

The A Word

No, I’m not talking about the tv programme, or that word you shout when someone cuts you off while driving. I’m not even talking about anorexia, a topic that’s come up on here before. I’m talking about autism. 

It’s not something I often talk about, not to friends or family, and the vast majority of people in my life don’t know I was diagnosed last year. In a film I watched about Temple Grandin, she says autistic people are “different but not less”, and it’s something I remind myself often. I see the world, the patterns, the rules, the chaos, the pain, the people. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing more than neurotypical people, sometimes maybe less, but I know autism doesn’t make me any less of a person. The difficulties I face every day, the ones I so seldom mention, the ones I often hide, don’t mean I am worth any less. But why with all this hiding, with the quiet challenges I face, why talk about it now? 

There’s a quite striking statistic that 1 in 5 women with anorexia have autism as well, and autism is underdiagnosed in women, leading to years of misdiagnosis or denial of the help they (or we) need. I’ve lived with autism my whole life, but anorexia is still fairly new to me. Rather than the stereotypical body image symptoms, for me, at first, food just seemed an easy way to control my life when my routine changed – I couldn’t stop the world changing around me, the days muddling up. I thought I could stop one part of the chaos, but I was wrong. Anorexia is chaos. Hospital was chaos. Life was chaos.

Now? Well I’m still autistic if that’s what you were wondering, and I still have anorexia, just like so many undiagnosed others, but we all have a place to raise awareness of how often the two come together. It took years of treatment before the possibility of autism was mentioned in my care, and it took me being hospitalised to finally get a diagnosis, but with greater awareness, diagnosis can be earlier, and more importantly so can the access to the correct support.    

Who needs EDAW?

This week is Eating Disorder Awareness Week. I don’t need an awareness week, I am so painfully, ridiculously, exhaustingly aware of my eating disorder every single day. 

You see I was x kg, bmi of x, eating x calories a day doing x amount of exercise a day. And what is x? Well it doesn’t matter. Not a single one of those numbers has to be low or high for me to justify my diagnosis. My suffering is not quantified, summed up or lessened by those numbers. 

I may not need this week to remind myself of the seriousness of eating disorders, but so many others do need this week of awareness, of myth busting, of open conversations. So many others for so many different reasons. For some, they need educating, eye and mind opening. For some, such as those with eating disorders other than anorexia, for those from the BAME communities, for men and non binary people, for those who don’t fit the stereotypes, they need representing, an opportunity to have their voices heard, their stories shared, their pain acknowledged. It is such an important time to not only talk about eating disorders but to listen to those whose stories so often go unheard (and those whose stories are). 

I’ve found this week quite overwhelming in terms of the coverage of eating disorders, the constant barrage, but I realise the need. It’s okay however to switch off from these things if you need to. Your experiences are valid whether they are shared or not, or whether they are represented in mainstream media. Your experiences are valid and important, your strength clear and your struggles real. 

Sending love, light and joy, 
Daniela x 

From hero to zero just like that

Calling all my Hercules fans out that for that title reference?

Anyway, moving on… Today is Time to Talk day, a day where we all are encouraged to start conversations about mental health, to share how we’re feeling and this year, our recipe for the perfect way to start talking.

Time to Talk Day

I’ve always been very good at talking about my mental health in the past tense: I was ill, I was experiencing x, I was in hospital, I was struggling with my mental health, but today I am. Every day I am.

Last Time to Talk day, I was in hospital but a couple of months before that I was working, I was leaving the house, driving, going out with friends. I was miserable, and suffering, a lot, but I was living. I wouldn’t say hero like my title says, but zero is definitely the word I would use. I went from a New Years Party, to a little over a week later sat in a hospital bed, and a month later, sat in a hospital too scared to leave the grounds.  

Today, I feel like I’m barely living at all. I go for dog walks, and sometimes to the coop on a good day, but the world passes me by. I spent so long running to keep up with the world, hobbling along while I did it, searching for something to make things better, to make me whole again, but I was always one step away from control, one step from beating the misery, and maybe one step from living. And now? Maybe I’m a whole lot of steps from living. The world turns one way, while I walk the other, and that’s okay.  

The beautiful Lily

But I have glimmers of hope, friends who visit, text, call, my beautiful cat and beautiful dog, my dad aka dog walking buddy aka safety net, my mum aka problem solver, my sister aka all round good egg. I have glints in the darkness of light and kindness and calm, and my suffering is not conquered by them, nor overly lessened by them, but it is accompanied by them. I face the darkness all the same, but I face it with an army.

So back to Time to Talk day. My recipe for starting a conversation on mental health?
– One blog post
– Two people
– And a whole lot of space without judgement

Sending love, light and joy,
Daniela x

The Big Launch

Rudi the beautiful rescue pup modelling his new scrunchies

What better to celebrate a big launch than a dog picture? My beautiful pup Rudi is here modelling his new scrunchies for all of our benefits.

Yesterday was the day the big eBay store went live and hopefully the start of a lots of funds raised in support of Rethink Mental Illness.

Which scrunchie are you going to get?