I was fidgety, inattentive, and had a hard time putting together sentences that were longer than one or two words. According to my doctors, this was "good," because it was a sign that my medication was working.
As I write this column I passionately want to offer hope and light at the end of the tunnel. But am I fraudulent in telling people that things can change, that recovery is possible, when I’m struggling to believe it for myself?
At the age of 32 I was an educated, professional woman weighing as much as the average nine-year-old, with all my major organs packing up. Since then I’ve had 2 hospital admissions, over 16 months in total, periods of bulimia and of binge eating.