Author: yazsalt

So since last writing, there have been another couple of incidents due to feeling hopeless because of where my tortured mind has been with the Bulimia. There hasn't been a single day I haven't binged and purged since being on this ward almost 4 weeks ago now except from the very first day (even though … Continue reading ‘Sit With It’ – A Poem

Sometimes my brain works like a picture book. A picture book of metaphors. And one that popped up in my mind a few weeks ago, making another cheeky appearance a few days ago, was this one: In each of these buzz wire games, life and my mental health recovery still feels like a constant wiggly … Continue reading Life as a Board Game

It still really hurts to think. It still really hurts to breathe. I know I sound like an OTT moaner right now, but I feel like a prisoner wearing heavy chains in my own body. My body and my brain don’t agree whatsoever, and I feel bigger each day - justified by the fact that … Continue reading War of the White Chocolate Cookies…

So here’s my honest train of thought. Putting a trigger warning right here for anyone sensitive to body image particularly. It’s just me and my raw mind here… It hurts to breathe. It hurts to think. Because all the while I am aware, and by aware I mean I can feel, without moving my hands, … Continue reading Body like a Bomb Ticking…

So obtaining a second opinion about my recent diagnosis, because of the huge impact on my care it has had, has been my recent aim - but I've felt unwell to do it. However, being in respite has given me a *bit* of time so here's the letter I have sent to my GP and … Continue reading A letter shared with you…