By: millie.rooney | August 16, 2015

I greedily reach for more both hands outstretch stuffing my face and gorging. Other people’s tears dribbling down my chin. Their lumps of sadness choking my throat and sitting heavily in my belly and yet still I reach for more. My hunger is not stopped by the bloating and the sleepless nights that will follow as I toss and turn in bed attempting to digest this glut of sadness (reflection journal, 2015).

I’m a sadness eater. A title I’ve only just come to own although it is a profession I’ve been practicing for years. I’ve invented the job title recently but my role and position description have always been quite clear.

In the world of universities and polite small talk prefaced by “and what do you do?” type questions, I’m Dr Millie Roone...