BED – Overweight, Anxious, and Done

When I woke up this morning, I was feeling pretty good. That was about two hours ago. Now, I can’t stop the tears from flowing as the anxiety creeps into my stomach, clamps down, and pulls at it as if trying to either rip it apart or fold and layer it on top of itself.

It’s easy to fall into past cycles, former ways of coping with these feelings, but I’ve come too far to spiral into an obsessive, worrisome fit of panic and stream of intrusive thoughts that will likely manifest into physical symptoms and pattern of googling. I won’t do it, even though part of me wants to. Continue reading “When I woke up this morning, I was feeling pretty good. That was about two hours ago. Now, I can’t stop the tears from flowing as the anxiety creeps into my stomach, clamps down, and pulls at it as if trying to either rip it apart or fold and layer it on top of itself.”

Connecting the Dots

It’s been a while since my last post and I know why. Well, there are at least two reasons: #1: I relapsed and I am embarrassed and #2: I feel like I keep repeating myself and not changing. So, in an attempt to make a change, I’m writing even though I feel like a failure.Continue reading “Connecting the Dots”