I am probably at the happiest point in my life that I have been in a long time. I still get down a lot. I still look at myself and see nothing but ugliness. Yet, I am somewhat content.
When I was walking on my way to get a sandwich for lunch, I saw this. It is on an electric box on a random Boston street. I wonder if it was a statement on the state mental hospital across the street.
It made me wonder, where would I be without going through years of therapy?
I don’t know. I might not be around today to be writing to you. I did not think life was worth living. I still suffer with those thoughts now and then.
Is the daily cocktail of generic Prozac and generic Wellbutrin actually helping?
Probably. I am not sure I want to find out.
My journey into Intuitive Eating, took an erratic step over the last week or so. The other day I went 18 hours without eating ON PURPOSE. This morning I did not eat breakfast. I see how I walk that disordered eating line more than I would like to.