I’ve just turned 30. And have so much regret for allowing myself to be totally consumed by my fear of eating. I chucked my 20s away because of it.
The anxiety surrounding every meal can be so exhausting. Every meal is torture still. I spend 99% of my brain capacity obsessing over trying to put together a nutritious meal which won’t cause me to hate myself.
I wish I could escape this nightmare. Of course I would have found a way to overcomplicate the most primal process.