Read a day ago: “Your body never lies.”

Read an hour ago: “Silence is the most deadly threat to an eating disorder.”

Read a moment ago: “There is nothing wrong with you. Every part of you has an explanation.”

My body isn’t lying, my silence isn’t helping, my reasons are valid.

I have to engage in behaviors because after a certain amount of time of meeting my hunger, all of my emotions come to the surface. It’s SO overwhelming. I have no idea how to compartmentalize things when it’s all flooding my brain at once. The scariest things get buried underneath trivial things and nothing important escapes my mouth.

I feel stressed over eating more and what comes up when that happens.

Sometimes it feels better to be in survival mode.