Sarah Bailey

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I am 31 and I live in Australia. I have anorexia nervosa and autism with other co-morbidities that, for the sake of space, I’ll refer to as the little ducklings that follow me everywhere; they aren’t fuzzy and cute, though, unfortunately. I am here to tell you about my goals, not my co-morbidity ‘ducklings’. I have studied in Community Services, Disability, Aged and Homecare, drawn to the case studies. I immersed myself in the advocacy assessments. They never felt like homework. My goal and mission is more study, knowledge and education towards working with an organisation to help those who need a supporting voice.
I struggled in every area at school, but I have learned much in life and have much to share. I cannot fight ignorance, but I can bring awareness and advocate through my writing. With personal experience in areas of mental health and trauma, I want to write a book. Like music and painting, I create my emotions through my unique type of writing; like our fingerprint, it’s unlike that of anyone else.

When grief, dissociation, keeping busy, addiction and a farewell collide

Dissociation serves a logical purpose, in that it allows me to separate myself and disconnect from the world, escape, and float away. However, I don’t really understand why this happens, apart from the need to detach from reality or situation in order to feel safe and protected. There are many reasons why this happens, but I..

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Confronting fears on the path to freedom from an eating disorder

Sarah’s fears are so intense that she rarely leaves her bedroom. Can you relate to this? My experience is that suppressing fears never helps. We need to look them in the eye (in the mirror), deal with them, and keep going. This is how we empower ourselves and grow stronger. Read Sarah’s compelling story. The..

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Living with autism and anorexia nervosa – exposing cracks in care

5:53am. I watch the morning sun become brighter through the cracks in my window, just as I watch the sun fade into darkness at night. Nights are lonely. My anxiety rises as the sun drops lower. Time does not stop. The incessant ticking inside my head is a perpetual reminder of the numbers that exist...

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