Several years ago I spent two weeks in India on a yoga and study retreat. We were fed a diet based on the principles of Indian medicine or Ayurveda. Ayurveda alongside Chinese medicine is one of the oldest medical sciences and respected in the West for prolonging longevity.
I was a shy child who blushed easily. But blush isn’t really the right word for it. Blush implies a sort of gentle sweep of fetching pink that might kiss the cheeks in a moment of giggly embarrassment and make one resemble a flower. That is not what would happen to me.
It was day three when I decided to seek help. I had finally admitted the situation was beyond my capacity to manage. I’d dropped down in weight by several kilos because of a lack of appetite, was emotionally drained from lack of sleep and unable to concentrate.
It is a story that has grown in grandeur every time it’s been retold, but it’s a good story nonetheless. The time “your crazy mum” Ruth tried to throw herself out of the car, opening the door while it was still moving, because Dad wouldn’t stop and get her something to eat.