Therapy put me back in my body, but I left hours later at the sight of my stomach.

Sweet, sweet 2-year-old kisses and 4-year-old hugs put me back in my body, until nap time happened and silence ensued.

Reaching out put me back in my body long enough to eat a lunch that was practically dinner, but it dissipated as soon as I swallowed the last piece of lettuce.

A willing husband’s hug put me back in my body, until the chaos of the last hour before the kids bed time ensued and I wanted to exit.

Yoga put me back in my body, but I can already feel myself escaping.

My body has dismissed me from it until I can come back kinder, gentler, and forgiving. But I’ve been trying all day to be on better terms and it seems to be a losing battle.