The Girl in the Plastic Bubble

The Girl in the Plastic Bubble

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During the 1900s there was so much stigmatisation around mental health. People who weren't happy were automatically diagnosed with a mental health issue and where shipped away to an asylum where they were treated as a thing rather than a human being. Nobody understood them and no one understood that with time people can actually get better. Clara was at the mists of it. She was allergic to the human touch but it seemed as though she was crazy and before she even got a chance to explain she was gone. But maybe next time you'll listen...
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Jules is forced to live a life in the psychiatric ward after her eating disorder nearly ends up taking her life. Stuck in a life that is contained within four walls, while she fights her battle with an eating disorder and depression, trying to gain control of the demanding voice in her head. Finally having to admit that she can't do it herself and faces vulnerability by doing so. She endures love and heartbreak but only she can save herself. Will Jules recover and finally be free of the voice that has become the burden of her life? ~ I've Got It Under Control That's what she thought. That's what they all think when it first starts. They had control, had, past tense. Now they wish they did. Their bodies are screaming for help but their head is saying otherwise. Hunger coursed through Jules's body, the rumble of her stomach was like a thunderstorm, violent and painful. It scared her, yet it also satisfied her. She started to skip breakfast, and once she realised she didn't need breakfast, she knew she wouldn't need lunch nor dinner. ~TW: Goes into depth about eating disorders, mentions about suicide and self harm. View at your own risk~

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