Tonight I begin delving into my issues around food. I’m typing this during the break off our first session. It’s group therapy, on zoom. Not really therapy, but more a supportive group type thing.
It’s awkward and stressful and yuck. It didn’t help that they thought I was a fella. Good start there loopy, maybe ditch the cap for next week.
Our first task: decide which twig we are. Seriously! Pick a fucking twig.
I scribbled one down. It’s broken and bare, and fat. Ugly and fat.
Stick with it Loopy. x