An open letter to all my old Me's. The one's that are in pain. I want them to know it gets better. Dear 9 year old me - you won't always have your eating disorder this severe. One day you will be brave enough to try new foods. ARFID will not control you forever. You … Continue reading Dear Past Me – It Gets Better
Life seems to be going at full speed at the moment. We have been in our new house for about 2 months and if feels like home now, like we've always been here. Its wonderful to have so much space for Jack to run around, and for him to have his own room. I love … Continue reading A New Chapter
Over the last few months, I have noticed a change. Quite a small change, some would think, but quite an important one in my recovery from anxiety. I have weaned myself off the baby app that I used to record everything. (It's called "Feed Baby" if anyone is interested in finding it). You know the … Continue reading Learning to lose the app
A while ago I was approached by a journalist who writes for the Daily Mirror, about sharing Jack's story. I was nervous. We all have an impression of tabloids and the how the stories appear, very sensationalised and you question the accuracy sometimes. But to me, this was an opportunity to talk about the condition … Continue reading National News
The month of November is here. The big one. The important month. Jack's birthday month and also World Prematurity Month. Where has the year gone? World Prematurity Month last year saw the arrival of my premature son. This year sees him turn one whole year old. World Prematurity Day last year was on 17th November … Continue reading Oh god, is that a snuffle?