So, when I last left you, I didn’t know if I would be in the intervention group (immediate start) or the control group (wait 3 months). Last Wednesday, I met with the study coordinator and opened the “Secret Envelope of Secrets” which announced that I was to be in group A – the intervention group. Huzzah! Continue reading
So I had my appointment with the exercise physiologists this morning to get some baseline data for the study. I was quite apprehensive before I went (and a little irritated that I couldn’t have any caffeine in the 48 hours before the test). Exercise and me are not the best of friends, and I was worried about being judged (as has happened to me before). So, the thing that struck me the most was how absolutely incredibly lovely and supportive they were! Continue reading
I’ve sat down to write this a few times now, and deleted it over and over again.
It’s Mental Health Week in Australia – or month if you live in NSW. Obviously, this is a topic close to my heart. I believe that more people need to speak up about it, so that there can be greater understanding in the wider community that having a brain that is sick is no different, really, than have a body that is unwell.
The problem lies here: I want to write an uplifting post. I want to say that it all gets so much better and therapy and medication really help and there is an end in sight! In some ways, this is correct: I have overcome Bulimia Nervosa, the roots of which began when I was 8 (but that really took hold when I was 16). I no longer have any symptoms of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. These are two really big things that took a lot of hard work to achieve, and I am proud of them. Continue reading