I had this romantic dream last night, about someone I know from Overeater’s Anonymous. Funny, as yesterday I spent a lot of time thinking about taking a new approach to my eating disorder treatment.
This was one of those dreams where you are starting to fall in love, and it’s intense and wonderful and heart breaking. I was very aware of still being me, still having my life, my husband, my son. And now this new romance as well. I’m having a hard time shaking it.
And now I have to perform that awkward, somewhat violent maneuver of leaving that fantasy in the past and moving out into the working world. Time to “put on my face” and go out there and save lives, or whatever it is that I do. It hurts.
I will definitely be taking my St. John’s Wort this AM.