Maybe it’s actually my depression. I’ve managed to hold it off for the past couple of years, but I realized the other night that it’s back and in full force.

I’m grateful that I’ve figured it out so quickly; I think it’s been creeping up for only a few weeks.

But it’s here and tonight I ate cake. A lot of cake.


I have so much more to write, but I just don’t have it in me right now.

Tomorrow… when the cake is gone.

For tonight I must remind myself.

I am no better than anyone else.

I am no worse than anyone else.

I am an addict who’s drug is a daily requirement: food.

This relapse sneaked up on me.

It’s been short.

God help me make it end.