Well, I've lost one round to my AV.
I've never been someone who hits the fridge at night. But tonight I was so sick of anxiety that couldn't fall asleep. Got up and went to the fridge.
It wasn't technically binge - 2 glasses of milk and a slice of bread. But still it was the same way to cope with anxiety. And I want to be honest about that.
Darn. It took me about 4 months to fight insomnia and sort out sleeping. And with this f***ing family-estate issues I'm about to lose my sanity again.
Ok, I've confessed.
I will take one day at a time. I will cut my imagination and kill fear in the bud. I won't let anyone make my life hell any longer.
I am badass, after all. I'm just wiped out with anxiety badass right now.