Those That Know, Know

Mean Girls

This blog and my Instagram profile is to help people understand what I go through – whether it be the thoughts in my head, daily things, situations I face or choices I make relating to my transition – the key words being “my transition”.  It’s not about all of my life, just a part of it. A part that I choose to share, as I make this journey to becoming the real me. Remember that.Read More »

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Puberty v2.0

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Helloooooo, how’s it going? I’m alive!!! Just about. I know it’s been a while since my last post. For those of you that follow me on Instagram, you’ll know I’ve had some news recently. For those that didn’t know…you do now!! It’s been a bit of a whirlwind, so I’ll do my best to get things up to date.Read More »

It’s Ok To Not Be Ok. Ok?

Venlafaxine

After quite a few meltdowns in a very short space of time, I decided I needed to get my arse to my doctor before things got out of hand. Well, even more out of hand than they already were. At first I thought I could manage it on my own. That I had the experience and knowledge to tackle the growing anxiety and depression which dominated every single waking moment of the last few weeks. Turns out I was very, very wrong.Read More »

Ana Wrecks Your Life

Lasagne

As some people may know, I love lasagne. A lot. To the point where it’s almost an obsession. Yes, I understand there are other pasta dishes out there but if I prefer lasagne, then I will eat lasagne. Sadly, lots of lasagne means lots of weight gain…and this freaks me out. Learning to cope with these feelings is something they teach you at the EDU, and it’s something you work on every day, even during or after recovery. So, do you ever fully recover from an eating disorder?Read More »

Brian, Our Little Punk

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That Saturday night was one of the most difficult nights of my life and this is one of the most difficult blogs I’ve written. That night, when I checked in on Brian, I found that he wasn’t his usual grumpy self. Normally he hisses and spikes up – his way of telling you to leave him alone. He’s a lot like me: socially awkward. When I looked in, Brian was lying on his side by the entrance to his igloo, just looking at me. Straight away, I knew something was seriously wrong.

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