Client Stories

We’ve found that one of the best ways for you to learn about what we do…is from our clients themselves. Here you will find plenty of information about our client’s experiences of group therapy, the recovery journey and much more.

What eating disorder recovery means to me now

What eating disorder recovery means to me now

What eating disorder recovery means to me now

by Ellie There’s a rumour out there that full recovery from an eating disorder isn’t possible. And as much as I disagree, I can understand why some people come to that conclusion – in part because a lot of people in recovery haven’t received appropriate treatment, for an appropriate length of time. As a past client of The Recover Clinic, …

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Us Two by A.A. Milne – A poem for recovery

Us Two by A.A. Milne – A poem for recovery

Us Two by A.A. Milne – A poem for recovery

Wherever I am, there’s always Pooh, There’s always Pooh and Me. Whatever I do, he wants to do, “Where are you going today?” says Pooh: “Well, that’s very odd ‘cos I was too. Let’s go together,” says Pooh, says he. “Let’s go together,” says Pooh. “What’s twice eleven?” I said to Pooh. (“Twice what?” said Pooh to Me.) “I think …

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How to Paint the Portrait of a Bird

How to Paint the Portrait of a Bird

How to Paint the Portrait of a Bird

We recently welcomed Arts Psychotherapist, Dafni, to the Recover Clinic family. Today, she shares this beautiful poem to inspire your recovery journey… How to Paint the Portrait of a Bird – Jacques Prévert First, paint a cage with an open door. Then, in the cage, paint something for the bird, something useful and beautiful, and simple. Then take the picture …

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The day I started connecting again

The day I started connecting again

The day I started connecting again

Thank you to lovely Jen for sharing these beautiful words about her recovery… Red had never been so vibrant.  Blue so calm. How hadn’t I noticed the different shades of colour that I was surrounded by? Each particle so unique and beautiful in its own way. The lights hung by coloured string, danced into my eyes. Hitting my core. Sparkle. Excitement. …

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