IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER – This part of the photodocumentary alludes to disordered eating and may be triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution or skip this week.
Week 7 of official isolation. Week 8 for me, or two months.
My mood is more erratic than it has ever been before, I fluctuate between feeling completely detached to bursts of uncontrollable cry and anger. I feel restless and without focus. Some days, I think I’m used to this.
I start to redefine my relationship to food. After so many years ignoring it and suppressing guilt, fear and disgust I’m surprised to find it’s one of the few things that grounds me. I’m even more terrified of gaining weight now – somehow it would feel like the ultimate failure – but at the same time I’ve lost the desire to binge and starve.
I become more daring by running and walking further and further every single day.