A Needle in the Haystack
My story begins when I was 12 years old.
A perfectionist, organised and orderly child, with an obsession with my appearance. Exercise was my savior, and was greatly therapeutic until one day my ideas of perfection turned into reality. I became greatly obsessed and consumed by food, my weight and my appearance in my mid-teens.
I fell into a deep depression and ultimately my eating disorder grew and grew, until I could no longer remembered who I was anymore. With the support of my family and my partner, the road to recovery took us through all sorts of pathways. From overly expensive psychiatrists, family therapy, community clinics, public and private professionals, we ran in circles trying to find the most appropriate support for me. It became apparent that because my condition was not technically life threatening, my options were limited.
Finding help and support for eating disorders, it like finding a needle in a haystack.
I was fortunate enough to find the professional help I need, and am now in recovery for my eating disorder.
I love my life, my family, my friends and most importantly, food.
I am currently studying Psychology in university, so that I can be the support to others when I needed it the most.
To whomever is reading this, please seek help, talk to your family and remember that you life is so precious and beautiful.