I need my mom. The mom that I would be for my children in the same situation. I cannot endure this much grief, pack up and move houses, be a graduate student, stay on top of kids starting school for the first time on Monday, and fight the eating disorder that wants to take control…

15 November 2020

I can’t do this. I am overwhelmed. I can’t stop feeling like I’m about to cry in major defeat. (Once I cry, it’s over, I’ve really lost.) The confidence I had a month ago for life is lost.