It will take some time before I am fully in control of this illness. Before I can manage to inject insulin four times a day. I am not, by any means, cured of the paralysis caused by Diabulimia. It is a bit of a shame that I cannot finish this with a happy, sugar-free ending. But every day, I am trying my best. And right now, that's good enough for me.
None of this would have been possible without the commitment and dedication of more than 300 volunteers and partners who have gone the extra mile to support people who need it the most, but there's still lots more be done. As this New Year gets underway and recovery and reconstruction continue, we must not lose sight of Nepal's most vulnerable children - girls and children with disabilities - who desperately need an education to escape the cycle of poverty.
I don't use the term breakdown lightly. In fact there is still some doubt in my mind as to what I actually went through, (breakdown was used by my counsellor), but I know that it was big. I suppose I use a variety of terms to do with my mental health rather interchangeably; emotional instability, unhappiness, depression; for me they are all aspects of the same thing.
My life has shown me that the biggest epiphanies come in the most unlikely of places. I just never expected a hospital treatment room to be one of them. And I definitely didn't expect the words of a Nuclear Medicine doctor to affect me so much that they touched me more deeply inside than anything I could have possibly imagined.
Recovery is a journey, as cheesy as that sounds... and the recent weather has reminded me of how possible it is to overcome things, no matter how horrible things get... it's human nature to grow, to try our hardest to move forward and we should certainly celebrate every success (no matter how small...
A Way Out wants to be part of the support that ensures our women can make this choice. Rather than succumbing to negativity, concurring with stereotypical assumptions surrounding those in sex work, and agreeing with the generally accepted inevitability that change is impossible, we believe in possibility and potential...
The main narrative associated with depression is the dark, dangerous turmoil that washes over you. It's a rightful narrative because it is a destructive sensation and depression leaves you teetering on the brink of life and death. To be clear, depression can leave you with very black and white options in your mind: live or die. It can be that terrifyingly simple.