Watching the Amy Winehouse film brought back memories of my battle with bulimia - and the help that took three years to come

Last night I saw 'Amy', the much-hyped Amy Winehouse documentary. I cannot recommend the film highly enough. It is beautifully crafted, poignant, haunting and, perhaps most importantly, fair. But I must confess to not being able to muster my usual ‘opinionated with a dash of sarcasm’ public persona for the post-film panel discussion. In fact, all I could feel was an overwhelming mixture of sadness and anger.