So here’s the problem…I’m afraid to talk the food part being hard. I feel stuck in a corner.

It’s no one’s fault but my own. My therapist does not want to do this again, and I understand where she is coming from. She has every right to not want to do this type of work with me. The hard part about that is, if she doesn’t, I don’t have anyone to do that with. And I’m left with no one who can know what is going on. Its only me.

“No one really knows me any more.”

That’s when I start to feel unseen, isolated, and alone.

I hate feeling alone. Loneliness is the worst feeling in the world. And it’s the one feeling that always pulls me down. Loneliness is what I spent most of my life experiencing.

“No one ever knew

what was going on with me

because I had no one

I could share it with.”