The cruel lottery of access to mental health treatment in Australia infuriates me | Georgie Moore
I only got the help I needed by virtue of my privilege. I was not more deserving but simply lucky
When I was in the grips of an eating disorder and body dysmorphia, I could not stand what I saw in the mirror.
It was a self-hatred so dark and thick it blinded me to anything else. I was in denial. Then I sought treatment. Then I dropped out of treatment while flirting with the idea of recovery.