This is the story of my experience of an eating disorder. I wanted to share it because I think eating disorders — of varying types and degrees — are so prevalent in our society. My own journey was one of striving for something that would prove my value in comparison to others.
The atrocities in Westminster, Manchester and London Bridge are the latest examples in a list of heartache that spans human history. At times like these it feels reasonable to ask if God has left us, or was he ever even there?
Sometimes the deepest truths are most transparent in fairy tales and fantasy. CS Lewis’ story about two children and a Marsh-wiggle reveals some deep truths about the life we may not even realise we are trapped in but which feels oddly unsatisfactory to us.
Books and blogs are constantly offering us the seductive and powerful promise of a more productive life: the end of procrastination, frustration, and incompetence. But our hunger to find out the perfect productivity system reveals something more profound going on in our hearts.
Unemployment sounds great in theory. Imagine pyjama days every day, no alarm clock jackhammering into your mornings, and time to re-evaluate your entire life priorities whilst catching up on Loose Women. Except, as I recently discovered, it also forces you into deep crisis. Say hello to frozen pizzas and a blossoming relationship with your recruitment agent.
There are many ways in which the gender divide still wounds women: from unequal pay to the prohibitive cost of childcare, from unshatterable glass ceilings to unrealistic expectations of beauty, performance and achievement. We may say we value women equally, but in reality there are still many disparities to be overcome, both practically and in our own thought processes. So, how can I know who I am as a woman? Is there a rest from this treadmill?
Why have we seen an explosion in self-improvement literature in recent years? If increased ambition and our tendency to compare ourselves are behind this trend, where does this leave us? How do we cope with being increasingly dissatisfied with ourselves?
Whitney Houston was shot from small-town obscurity to worldwide fame, all apparently on a ticket to self-dependence. However, after years of abusive relationships, drugs and a failing voice she finally reached a point where she had to throw her hands up and admit that her methods weren’t working. What, or rather who, was she missing?
The world of dating is changing faster now than at any time in history, and hookup culture has become pretty much the norm. This isn’t likely to slow down or stop, but we need to pause and think about the consequences.
In a society that has rejected many of the roots that gave meaning to past generations, more and more people are seeking to cultivate the inner life, and to experience a sense of purpose that is deeper than the superficialities of our age.
Our carefully curated social media profiles rarely match up with our real lives. So why do we persist in presenting a cropped and edited version of ourselves? And what does this basic longing for acceptance say about us?
For years I’d only heard ‘no one likes you’, ‘you’re not good enough’, ‘you don’t belong here’. These seemed so obviously true to life I had thought that they were statements of fact. No amount of compliments or self-love could shift them. I needed something deeper.