Before I hit midlife, I regarded those feelings like pond scum floating on the surface of my lovely, blue lake. Pouring sugar on them sank them back down to the bottom, where they belong.
A good storm though - like a global pandemic - stirs them right back up doesn't it?
In those moments when I’m crazy, ravenous for pie, cookies, ice cream, and chocolate, it’s not because I’m hungry.
It’s because something hurts.
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