Poems about Recovery
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I Dribbled Victory On The Pillow
Rachel Cleverly
A new study reveals today that medical students receive less than two hours of training on eating disorders over four to six years of undergraduate study […] Surveying all medical schools in the country, it finds that the average teaching and assessment time on eating disorders in undergraduate courses amounts to just 1.8 hours, and one in five medical schools do not offer any training on eating disorders at all.
BEAT, 2018
Our first dinner I didn’t eat all day
I promised myself I would finish my plate
the same as anyone else would eat
I chewed my last bite
slurped down the sauce
his knife and fork entwined
wished I saw his meal more
half empty than half full
And are you sticking to the meal plan?
He told me to tell him everything I had done
I vomited birthdays film plots my writing
over the floor of Tesco Express
twenty-seven hours of therapy
got stuck in my throat
Part of me wishes
you had a BMI of **
so I could
legally force you
into hospitalisation.
He asked me to look up bars
made a bad joke about me having nothing to do
found it funny I got a job waitressing
never seemed to work
The ward offers patients this programme
as a means to acquire early leave,
but once they have left we lose all control of them.
They miss their initial assessment,
are never seen again.
Our third date I poured white wine into the grass
of an outdoor cinema when he asked
if I empty glass
wanted more
I whispered yes to the dark
A normal diet consists of
a normal breakfast,
a normal lunch,
a normal dinner,
and snacks.
He drank a pint of milk each morning after a run
exercise is forbidden
dairy makes me cry
I am here.
I am expressing concern for you.
He texted tonight it’s you, me and halloumi :)
I cried through my morning sessions
I have been around a lot of anxious people,
they’re not nice to be around.
You are. You hide it so well.
He was holding up bottles of mixer
Full-fat or Light
I leaked I don’t mind
he turned his hands over
shifted them up and down
sloshing the fizz
front to back
front to back
Why does it say Light
when they weigh the same
he laughed
my mind bubbled
I want to apologise on behalf of me and Dr Thomas
we didn’t realise how bad things had got for you.
He stood in my kitchen
pretended to get gin from
down the stairs
but fluid was never his thing
it appeared his shoulders had been
un hinged
Upon finishing the programme
you will not qualify for NHS funded psychotherapy
for a minimum of six months,
at which point you must rejoin the waiting list,
which may take up to a year.
His tongue tasted bloody from what he tried
he told me he found photos where you could see
sky through my thighs and cried
The state of the NHS is ridiculous.
Sipped the brown from my tea
You’re only twenty-two.
Last week he asked
Is there anything you haven’t told me?
And still no periods?
And still no periods?
And still no periods?
And still no periods?
And still no periods?
Rachel splits her time between writing and worrying: she graduated from University of East Anglia's Creative Writing MA in 2019, and she has developed work with BBC Radio, Rich Mix, Apple and Snakes and The Roundhouse. She has been shortlisted by Bad Betty Press and A3 Magazine, and published by Ache Magazine, Lucent Dreaming and the UEA Publishing Project. She currently works in arts programming, and lives in London. You can read more of her work at rachelcleverly.com.
Poems of Recovery
Ananda de Jager
Ananda is a writer and mental health advocate from The Netherlands, living in Brussels. She published her first book, 'Poems of Recovery' this year, and also works as a mental health advocate, promoting the power of vulnerability at events and workshops. You can find her on Instagram @anandaaaa.
And as I touched my skin
I realized
This is the body I will be in
This is my home
- Take care of your home
My jeans are getting tighter
But my eyes are shining brighter
My thoughts are getting lighter
I always knew I was a fighter
- Fighter
Recover
To be able to
Have ice cream with your daughter
Lunch with your father
Burgers with your brother
Breakfast with your mother
And if you have a son
You can tell him that you won
- The why