Sc/een.e from a Balcony 2-25-25 2pm
Since starting working on Friday morning and Saturday evening at the concierge desk I have been feeling less motivated to preserve my transitional habits of blogging every morning. It's been a struggle to stay out of food, since now that I'm no longer meeting with therapy patients, I have all this unstructured time of my hands, and a whole lot of vacant head space. I can't tell if I'm gaining weight or staying the same, but my relationship with food is changing. I recognize that most of my relationship with food has been tied to my impoverished attachment needs, and this makes a lot of sense given that I've been a solitary guy my entire life, and now that I'm no longer working as I was, I'm even more isolated. I have lots of theories and data to back up the 'why' of me, but frankly, I'm tired of the narrative I've been pushing to myself my entire life, just to banish the pervasive strain of existential anxiety that has dominated my life. It's time to let go, and just breathe.
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