I can no longer do stress. So I do less.
Less work, calls, meetings.
Less fear, friends, frenemies. Just less.
Anorexia. Social anorexia. Social, emotional, sexual anorexia. I’m I anorexic?
I live with my parents. They fill my need for air, attention.
Alone. I’m not alone. For the first time ever, I feel home.
And so it is.