Life without Anorexia

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

My life at the moment is completely different to how it once was. I spent 5 years sick with anorexia nervosia and depression as well as struggling with self harm and overexercising. I spent 2 years in different treatment centres.
And since 2012 i have been declared healthy from my eating disorder.

I have been blogging for 7 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 now blog about recovery, my life, veganism and positivity!

If you have any questions leave them in the comment section as i am much quicker at answering there, otherwise you can always send an email:


Thursday, June 9, 2016

Recovery is scary

Recovery is scary. Its the scariest fucking thing in this entire world. Getting help, regardless if its inpatient, residential, outpatient, etc. goes against everything the disorder wants you to do. Your disorder wants you to stay sick. And for what? What will staying sick accomplish? Potentially dangerously low weight, destructive thoughts, damaged organs, anxiety, depression, fatigue, extreme hunger, misery, irritability, lost relationships, and countless other things. Are any of those things good? No, they’re not. And those are the things your disorder wants for you. Defy your disorder. Give your disorder a huge fuck you it deserves and take back the control it took from you. You deserve help. And yes, its fucking terrifying. The unknown is scary, but its going to be so fucking worth it when one day you’re going to be able to look back and realize how fucking strong and brave you were for choosing recovery, despite what your disorder was yelling at you to do.



  1. Love this. Basic - but true. Sometimes you`ve just got to hear it for what it is.

  2. I love the bluntness :) My disorder told me I was pursuing something special, something that made me unique and set me apart and above everyone else. The TRUTH is that I have never been so boring, so pathetic, such a drip, and so futilissly unhappy as when I was sick. I am now embarrassed for how I thought back then. I was so mistaken and so misguided to believe that what I was doing was worthwhile. All I did was waste precious time that I can't ever get back. Being trapped in such a gigantic lie, believing the crap my disorder fed me, is so, so sad. I was nothing. Today, I am someone. Someone I love, that others love, and that loves others. I will never fall for that lie ever again.