I think the hardest thing with a mental illness is the fact that you don’t ‘look’ ill. If I have a cold or an injury, I will quite happily moan about my cold for days! Yet, I will barely be able to look someone in the eye and say ‘I have an eating disorder.’ I suppose it’s the fear of people’s reactions. Last summer I spent 2 months as a day patient in an eating disorder unit. Not many people know that, because I felt too ashamed and embarrassed to tell anyone. I was a 30 year old woman, married and with a baby – how on earth could I have an eating disorder? How on earth could I tell people about it? In the end other people …