Biographies. There is always a
chapter in any life story whereby someone must overcome some sort of hurdle-
some would call it the climax of the tale. Each and every one of us is rarely
immune to that hump in the road but the enormity of it and the way we navigate
ourselves through it changes from person to person. I cannot say that one issue
is greater or more worthy of sympathy than another, as we can only judge what
we feel is an obstacle by situations we have previously experienced, therefore
a problem that may seem quite minor to one, could be a huge dilemma to another.
I have learnt through the consequences of my illness not to be so judgemental
of people and my primary school motto ‘do onto others as you would have done onto
you’, has never held such a strong relevance in my eyes. In my attempt to
counteract the constant pessimistic feeling of having reached rock bottom, I
try and believe that there is bound to be someone worse off than me. I have advised
others many a time with this same overly repeated guidance. In spite of this I
am extremely hypocritical in the way that I cannot heed my own advice, as the magnitude
of the alien feeling achieved from looking on the bright side of life is just
too daunting to me. I therefore am looking back to how far I have come compared
to when I was first dabbling in the Anorexia and the potency of its comforting
nature by finally admitting to all the embarrassing and terrifying situations it
has put me through. I have avoided it up until now, but it is time to bare all the
pinnacle moments of my chapter.
Before I begin reciting the
physical symptoms of my plight with Anorexia Nervosa, I must emphasise that
these all occurred either during my relapse or during my exams in the summer of
2011. I have thankfully mostly recovered from these vicious side-effects.
