Life without Anorexia

My motto is
'Dont let the sadness of your past & the fear of your future ruin the happiness of your present'

I am a generally happy girl who loves running, going to the gym and eating food!! Though my life has been very different.
I spent 5 years sick with anorexia nervosia & purging tendencies & over exercising. I was depressed and self harmed. I spent 2 years in different treatment centres.
After alot of struggles, lots of ups and downs, suicide attempts, tears, anxiety, panic and never thinking i would be healthy.
I am now declared healthy from anorexia nervosia.

I have been blogging for 4 years, and my whole journey is written in my posts. I now represent healthy and happiness. I want to show anyone struggling that it is possible to recover, no matter how hard it may seem.

I am happy and healthy and living my life. Going to school, meeting friends and trying to find myself in this world.

I write about my daily life, but also try to write posts about how it was when i was sick, advice and tips.
I am open and friendly, so dont be scared about writing a post or sending me an email at:


Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Day 14. Funniest memory from childhood


Im sure i have many funny memories from childhood, however there are none that suddenly pop into my head. Alot of my childhood was spent sick or in hospital so i mean it wasnt so much fun and games.

But one memory which i do have which i find is quite funny - though if you are sensitive to certain things you might want to skip reading.

In ireland we had hens and my mum used to like to let them out of their pen so that they could run around free and lay their eggs (then each morning we would go running around the big feild trying to find the eggs... i.e an egg search almost everyday, hahah!) However soon the hens just became a smaller and smaller group as there was also foxes and badgers roaming the feilds.
  So one morning when i was out running around, searching for eggs. I found a hen without its feathers and it was covered in red spots so i thought it had chickenpox! So i picked it up and ran all the way home and was crying and told my mum that the hen had chicken pox. My mum was both shocked and found it funny - as she has told me in afterhand (I didnt see any of that at the time as i was 4/5 years old).
   My mum wrapped the chicken in a cloth, told me that she was going to look after it but then a few hours later we had this really fancy burial for the chicken!! I had picked flowers and everything.

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