This is one aspect of my life that is easier now that my husband is gone. I no longer have to plan dinner for two people and a child, just me and my son. And my son eats peanut butter sandwiches, hot dogs, chicken nuggets, etc. but I do get really down on myself for not feeding him a “proper” dinner. but at least I don’t leave him to fend for himself like my mom did. So I guess that’s a step up. If I’m too depressed or hypomanic to eat then I just don’t, I don’t have to worry about providing a meal for someone else.