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. 💙