We live in a culture that makes us outcasts.
In a place where we don’t fit.
In a life that isn’t what it could be.
We learn to pretend it’s all OK.
We move through it as happy, functioning adults.
We keep the painful parts hidden from the world, lurking just below the surface.
The longer we practice, the better we become at it.
When we take those first steps toward a better life for ourselves, all the pain that’s sitting right below the surface starts to come up. It washes over our mind, a constant presence waiting to be acknowledged.But we’re not ready; we don’t want to face it. So we try to push it back down and we eat. Eating numbs the pain.
We go back to that life we found so much comfort in, the one we know so well, the one that is safe. And the pounds lost start coming back.We fall off the wagon.We are ashamed.We feel like failures.We convince ourselves this is just how we are meant to be.
