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Last night I spent about 45 min. crying. Like the crying a baby does when they are hurt and don't have the words to explain their pain. I am unsure sometimes about what is with me. I am an overeater that uses food to ease the pain, numb the emptiness, or fight the boredom. For many reasons do I eat.
So my journey to the center of me really starts in the center of me. Bawling like a baby, beggin myself to stop, digging deep for the answers. Yearning for the hand to help me up; realizing that I have two hands. I CAN help myself, but I have to CHOOSE to help myself.
I am feeling quite alone in my journey. Not quite sure to who I should share this pain with, or even if I should. I worry of what words that will spill forth from the mouths of those that care.
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Posted by Journey2theCenterofMe on 2008-07-20 11:34:57 | Rating: | Views: 63
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Honey, you're not alone. I do the same thing. I am the same way. If you ever need to talk, don't be afraid to email me. I know how hard it is to stop the addiction. I know how easy it is to run to the fridge and cupboards every time you're sad, afraid, angry, even happy. You can stop if you set your mind to it. YOU CAN DO THIS!!!
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Posted by finding_me_again
on 2008-07-20 11:38:52
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A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step -- Lao Tzu
You are not alone sweetie. Food has been my comforter, my best friend and my lover. Writing is a great way to work out the pain that lives in so many of our hearts ... and thoughts is the perfect place to find support, encouragement and love from people, just like you, who are hurting and dealing with struggles and challenges. I wish you well on your journey to wholeness and peace.
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Posted by ColoradoDreamin
on 2008-07-24 00:24:39
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