by Sarah Coggrave
"My name is Sarah, I'm twenty-four years old, and I've written a book about my recovery from an eating disorder. It contains a variety of art, writing, photographs, emails and diary entries that chronicle my journey and the process of putting together and publishing the book has been a therapeutic experience in itself."
The book follows Sarah’s journey through hospital and then a specialist clinic as she totally transforms and rebuilds her life. Throughout she reflects with startling insight on the root of her problems and confesses her innermost thoughts and feelings. We hear the eating disorder speak...it is deafening in the beginning. However eventually it fades to little more than an inaudible whisper as Sarah finds her own voice.
About the Author
Sarah Coggrave was born on a September afternoon in 1985. She grew up in the rainy depths of the Peak District, cycled the cobbled streets of Cambridge as an undergraduate, started (but never finished) training as a police officer in Manchester and studied Criminology as a postgraduate at the University of Sheffield.
After a brief flirtation with floristry Sarah now wants to forge a career in mental health. She likes to dabble in lots of things; music, art, creative writing, psychology and nature. Alongside this somewhat bizarre existence she is also recovering from an eating disorder and rediscovering her love of chocolate.
Once upon a time, there lived a little girl called Sarah. Like lots of little girls and boys she had a little pot belly. A tummy that she proudly thrust forward in an effort to appear bigger, taller, smarter, older.
But the bad tummy wouldn’t go away. In fact it grew as fast as she did. Sometimes she punished it by not feeding it. She enjoyed denying it breakfast, sometimes lunch too, and listening to it moan and growl in feeble protest. Other times she didn’t care and she stuffed it with chocolate and crisps. Then it felt enormous, like a great burden to carry.
Soon the little girl was no longer so little. She was an adult, and yet her belly still worried her. What if it continued to grow even though she herself had stopped? She ran, she swam, she lifted weights in the gym. She starved, she binged, she punched it. Then she gave it less, and less, and less. Then she overfed it, and used her fist to empty it before it had even begun to comprehend what was going on.
One day that little girl, no longer so little, or so innocent, sweet and kind, saw her tummy for the first time. It was flat as a pancake, in fact it only ever been magnified in her mind’s eye. She admired it, and imagined the day when it would swell to a huge size and grow new life inside it. For that little girl learned that her tummy represented life. She needed to feed it and care for it, and most of all, love it for being a part of her.
This is the story of a little girl who lost her way.
The paperback will be out later this year.
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