The last two days I have felt deeply misunderstood. I’ve always struggled with not having the language to fully emphasize my thoughts. As though the words I knew were inadequate. They lacked the passion I wanted or rather, needed. Now, though, it seems that they’ve gone as well. I’ve been told by more than one of my doctors that my body and my mind will fail under their current situation. My organs will work overtime to try and compensate for the lack of nutrient intake. They will tire out. They will weaken. They will fail. I have not completely grasped the severity that because I haven’t been able to “feel” it. I’m told that one doesn’t feel it…until they are dying. That didn’t have much of an impact on me, either. So while I knew this is what was going on physiologically, it didn’t match up. Not until yesterday. I started to realize that my inability to use language and carry on a conversation is a sign of my brain starving itself. But why is this still not enough for me to snap out of this bullshit?!
I'm Kayle (Like the vegetable). I'm a knowledge seeker and music lover from the PNW. This journal serves as a window to the messy, chaotic, turbulent, wild ride that is weight loss. Thanks for walking along side me in my journey. Grace and Cheers, Kayle.