This is the week I take a dive. I’m paying attention, this time.
I automatically tried to defeat the depression swing with eating disorder armor.
But I didn’t really want that.
It’s just, even though I’m trying to defend myself instead, the eating disorder armor is super-glued and if you’ve ever found yourself with real super-glue on your skin it is alarmingly tricky to peel off.
Can I be sad and talk and write and cry and ask for help instead of denying my body nutrition?
Can I be kind to myself and have some compassion for uncomfortable emotions that might not have a reason clear to me but probably have a purpose?
Yes, I can. 💙