Dear L

You are my teacher! You are supposed to have a good range of knowledge and understand the subject  seeing as you are teaching an A Level course in it!
I feel bad but I have made a complaint against you but waiting 43 minutes on Tuesday for the class to be given any direction is despicable and I'm sorry but I had to do it.

When I meet with you and the head of year tomorrow I know that you will deny it and say its because I get too anxious and its not my 'learning style' but I have a valid point and I want to be taken seriously. Just because I have an eating disorder and other mental health issues does not mean that I am lying about your teaching skills (or lack of them)--if anything it makes me more honest.

Dear Dandelion Girl,

I just wanted to say thank you for your webpage. I stumbled upon it by clicking on a link of random searching of blogs and I am so glad I did. I have been suffering from anorexia for over 5 years now, I'm currently 18, and depression. Sometimes I find it very difficult to separate myself from my Eating Disorder because it feels like its part of me and although right now I am scared to let it go my resolution this year was to find myself. Your pages and posts have really helped me tonight; I've grabbed a notepad and have started scribbling down quotes and sentences that you have said so I can look at them for help. Your ideas about writing 'who you are' was really helpful- I begun with small things similar to those you suggested and soon I begun to fill the page, I've found it really quite fun!
You have really touched me and given me hope when I've been finding things so very difficult.
Thank you!

(the website is http://www.thedandeliongirl.com/ if you want to take a look too)!

Dear Tissue Boxes,

I've needed you today. Things are so hard.

Dear Facebook,

It was a big day for me today. I managed to unfriend someone who has held me captured for too long.

Dear Jackie,

Thank you so much for letting me talk to you today; I had no idea I was holding so much back. You must have thought I was some rambling idiot with a bright red face (from all the crying) but thank you so much, you have no idea how much you have helped.
I know I can trust you with anything and I really appreciate your sensitive, kind and patient nature.

Thank you so much x

Dear Mobile Phone,

You hardly ever give me messages now days......

Dear Waitress,

I never eat out, when I had no choice in the matter today ('family meal'... insert eye roll here) the only veggie-friendly safest option was a Jacket Potato- I will let you off on the cheese, that wasn't too bad of a portion, and I could scrape some of it off easily- but dressing on the 'side salad'- NO!!!! And the portion of the 'side salad' was three times the size of the potato- NO!!!

Learn the rules, I don't eat stuff like that...

Dear Doctor,

You are harsh and mean and scary.
You called me in for an appt but made me feel like I shouldn't have been there, I feel so unsupported and unhappy and was shaking by the time I left your office, you have no idea do you??

You're making me have a bone-density scan in the hope to 'shock' me out of all this- I'm not even thin enough to be classed as 'in this', can't you see all the fat? Are you talking about someone else?!

Not only is it scary that I have to have vits/minerals/endless tablets to supplement my food intake you wouldn't even tell me if they were veggie or not (one lot wasn't so now I have to go back to you for one that is). You now tell me that I have to be weighed once a month each time I go for a blood test with the nurse.
I managed to escape all this monitoring and now it has all crept up on me again.

Last time I had a blood test, not only did it hurt like hell, the nurse told me I was too dehydrated to fill a whole pot up (but thankfully what she did get was useful enough to whoever tested it) and you told me to drink more next time I come in so its easier... of course I can't drink more! I don't drink AT ALL unless I'm sat down having a weak moment or Mum won't let me leave without taking a sip---- so how does this work then? Who in the right mind would drink before getting weighed? How am I supposed to drink something, have a blood test and then be weighed without peeing it out first????
I had a slip with some squash the other day, I was so thirsty and couldn't help but drink a glass, which turned into 2.... the shame I felt was horrible. I must have sat on the toilet for a good hour or so squeezing my stomach trying to pee it all out.
That's become a bit of a habit now, sitting on the toilet trying to get stuff out- even if I know its not been digested yet; I can't help it, I sit there for hours trying sooooo hard to get it out- if only I could manage to throw it up, things would be so much easier- even if I can't get any results, it makes me feel better for trying.

So you see doctor, how can I tackle this situation?? Do you want blood from me- or do you want me to be weighed??

Dear Shadow,

I wish we could have a conversation with each other, it would make me feel much less lonely.

Dear Channel 4,

I thought your programme was really good on Gok's Teens. I saw the advert to take part a long time ago, I wish I had had the courage to do so.
All I could do when I was watching was think how great it would have been to have been part of a massive movement and get help from Gok- I read his autobiography and his story is amazing- I'm sure he would have a lot of helpful advice and suggestions for anyone out there struggling with Anorexia or any other eating disorder or mental health problem.
Thanks for airing such a great programme and for raising awareness of mental health issues!

Dear Passengers (on the back seat),

There was no where else to sit on the bus... I had to sit at the back with you- you made me unnerved and left me feeling out of place; I was scared to look at you. I could feel your annoyance drifting into my body through my skin- my anxiety creeping to panic mode.
I don't know why you were so hostile to me but please please please consider how you might affect someone else before releasing such bad energy into the world. Thank you.

Dear Girl in Art,

Thank you for saying 'hello' to me everyday, it is really refreshing when I'm sitting in the corner being ignored by everyone else in the room.

I wish I could say it to your face- maybe one day I will be brave enough to- but you make my day, thank you!

To new coat,

Thank you for being so warm and cosy when I'm freezing inside.
It will be nice to wear you, you make me look like an average, ok, person- your colour blends in nicely unlike my other red one. Thanks for making me appear to have an 'ok' waist too- could be better but won't complain too much, you can only work with what I give you!
Anyway, thanks coat, you're the best.