i’m really sad and hopeless and lonely and overworked and underpaid and reminded that these feelings come back sometimes in these overwhelming ways and there is nothing i can do about it no matter how hard i try.
realizing how key food and food preparation is to my happiness lately. i haven’t had an appetite in the evenings for nearly three months now and it is really taking a toll on my day to day happiness. i remember i have to eat but don’t take nearly as much pleasure in it. what is up. what the fuck is up with my body.