Sometimes people are just fat and happy - which is the sort of people Sally is most frightened of; those of us that stick two chubby fingers up to a world obsessed with the scrutiny of women's bodies, diets that promote starvation techniques and the idea that thinness is somehow related to successfulness. Obesity isn't curable if you don't want curing.
Call it evolutionary instinct, or reduce it in some other way if you like, but in my skull, every one of us is utterly brave to slide out of bed each morning and face the daily challenge to hold onto hope and meaning despite the inevitable demons that waylay us all.
Noting a case in which she administered tiny doses of a solution containing "common table-salt" in which there wasn't "a single saline property left", she reportedly cured a patient who had been "sinking in the last stage of typhoid fever".
I was duped into going on the understanding I was tootling down to Devon for a spa break with a friend. I swear the first sentence of the email that came through from aforementioned friend, was along the lines of 'Conde Nast Traveller voted it best spa retreat in 2012'. There may have been other lines; I just didn't read them. So deposit paid, time booked off work, and then the kit-list arrived.
In many ways I depend on people who are not sick. I need you to visit me when I'm too sick to go out. Sometimes I need help with shopping, cooking, cleaning, or taken to the doctor. You are my link to normalcy and help me to keep in touch with parts of life I miss.
At times, I confess to feeling more than a little guilty; Guilty for surviving when so many others who were diagnosed after me, and who were younger than I, have since died. Guilty for going on about the cancer long after the drama of treatment has finished. Guilty for not always remembering to be thankful and seize the day. And guilty for all the trouble and worry I put my loved ones through.
You are the owner of one of the most powerful and fascinating machines on the planet - the HUMAN BRAIN.This incredible piece of equipment was designed for you to use to create an incredible life. Your brain is more complex and efficient than the world's most powerful computer.
n a few weeks I went from being seen and heard to being invisible around people. That's what it is with all this I guess. You don't want to talk because you are scared you will burst into tears, and not only that, but there's no answer to tell people when they ask you what's wrong.
Did you know about the wall of grief? The wall of grief is weird. It's a part of recovery no one talks about because it really is so odd. In recovery grief is an absolute f*cker. Basically for every bit of big, significant progress made, grief sits just around the corner, waiting.
Most people who suffer from depression have had someone say this to them at some point in time. But it doesn't work like that. Depression is an illness - a person with depression can't just snap their fingers and "get over it" in the same way that a person with cancer can't just flick a switch and magically become healthy again.
I have been venting my anger and sadness through the written word. I email my friend, and send her my unpublished articles. "No. You cannot publish that." She tells me. I become frustrated. "You are trapped in a loop." She goes on.
At 2pm GMT, all young people of school age fall totally silent for two minutes. Wherever they are, at school, at home, outside, in towns or fields, they all stop whatever they are doing, and fall completely still.
I'm finally back into the swing of training for the London Marathon having got over my latest injury. It feels great, but it's also reminded me of all the stupid little things that annoy me when running. If you're out for over an hour you've got far too much time to think about things...
I look healthy. Healthy enough, anyway. And that's just great, but here's the thing. For the better part, my outward appearance comes with a sense of 'got away with it', and how very empowering that can feel. But the physical disabilities lurking beneath the scars and lumps are never far from the surface...
Personally, the things that make me happiest are first and foremost my dog Louis, he is pure without any agenda. I appreciate a beautiful piece of music; I love classical music and find that Mozart can lift me out of anything. I love learning new things and, if it wasn't obvious enough already, exploring new places.
People tend to believe that nerves and anxiety just happen to them. This, however, isn't remotely true! Nerves are created by people's beliefs and ways of thinking. It is never the feared situation itself that makes a person feel nervous, but it is the way in which the person thinks about it.