Lately I feel like writing more. Not even for anyone to read but only to kind of structure the flood of thoughts running through my brain. Currently I am just waiting for life to happen again. I’ve done all the steps, I quit my job, changed my career path, I found a new flat and I started seeing someone new. Now I feel like all I can do is wait for this new chapter of my life to finally start.
Category: Journal
The past year I have struggled with overcoming my eating disorder by going to therapy, a breakup with someone who told me they loved me and then the next day said they didn’t mean it and having a job I hate.
