Karen Louise

All Articles by Karen Louise

As a mother of four children, I have, until recently worked full time in a high-profile job. As a high functioning professional and mother with a diagnosis of a severe and enduring eating disorder, life has continued to throw many challenges my way. Now, at a crossroad in my life, I want to live authentically, with purpose. Writing allows me to give voice to the battles that lie within.

As I continue working towards recovery, I am faced with the reality that nothing changes if nothing changes.

I hope my skills and hard-won experience will help me move in a direction of eating disorder and trauma recovery and allow me to create change, in not only myself, but also in eating disorder advocacy and eating disorder education.

  • Climbing the mountain in my mind to see who I can be (without an eating disorder)

    Climbing the mountain in my mind to see who I can be (without an eating disorder)

    I stand at the kitchen bench and look at the dishes to wash. I see the shopping list out of the corner of my eye. I know that piles of washing are waiting to be folded. Instead of starting to do any of these mundane yet necessary tasks, I turn to the backdoor. With the..

  • Recovery, healing and growth are compromised when addictive behaviours shield an eating disorder

    Recovery, healing and growth are compromised when addictive behaviours shield an eating disorder

    “Recovery” is a treacherous word that is spoken about freely by people who have admitted they live with an addiction. From drugs to alcohol, eating disorders, workaholism, depression, anxiety, control, overthinking, self-harm or perfectionism, none of us are perfect yet many of us find a way to hold our pain at bay. For me this..

  • Home is where eating disorder healing will happen

    Home is where eating disorder healing will happen

    To eat and be placed in a holding yard is neither helpful, effective nor holistic when trying to recover from an eating disorder (ED). While hospital is useful and often necessary, our health system is like a bucket full of water. One that has so many holes that it is too easy to quietly slip..

  • Departing a rudderless sea to save myself

    Departing a rudderless sea to save myself

    When young, I never imagined the world had a plan of its own. I was only aware of my existence and those close to me, never questioning there was choice between how, where, what or why anything may happen and how I was expected to manage the external world when it started to penetrate my..

  • Waiting… for doctors to listen or for my heart to stop

    Waiting… for doctors to listen or for my heart to stop

    Ask me no questions, I will tell you no lies. I am honest, trustworthy, loyal and fair. However, a part of me lurks in the shadows. A part of me that I try not to release and remain terrified that if seen will expose the ugliness within. This part of me is present and omnipotent..

  • Dying but not sick enough to have a hospital bed

    Dying but not sick enough to have a hospital bed

    If only an eating disorder (ED) could show up on a scan. What a disgrace our public health sector is in Australia. I say “our” as it could be you, your mother, sister, or friend instead of me. My mother always said, “Do not air your dirty laundry to others,” but now I am ignoring..