The last week or so has been trying. "Recovery" from depression is a much bumpier road than I'd expected, especially after the weeks of essentially bliss that I went through at first. I'm trying really hard to keep myself afloat here because I really want next month to be my last therapy session...but I'm definitely on the line between giving up and seeing how much more I can take.
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I'm also struggling a bit with food lately. It's always been a very prevalent issue with my family, people constantly complaining about their weight, obsessing over what they eat, complimenting me on how I look, and me not agreeing with a word they say... It's gotten to the point where I feel so guilty if I eat anything less than pure fresh fruit or vegetables. Even whole grain bread is starting to become a problem. Part of me wants to just stop eating sometimes...