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Hunger Bond

In moments of emotion, hunger stirs within

A bond with food, where memories begin

When sadness looms, and tears cascade like rain

I seek the solace that food can contain


For in my youth, I watched my mother’s care

As food became the balm to soothe despair

Her comfort found in each culinary delight

Love and connection bloom, a comforting sight


So, in hunger’s call, I find a link so true To moments shared, both old and new

Through food, emotions intertwine and mend

A legacy, from mother to child, without end


When you struggle with food, there is always a reason. Identifying that underlying reason is what will help you overcome the addiction. For me, it's my mother. It's being told I was fat consistently when I wasn't, but then being scolded for being fat when I was. I turned to food for comfort, as I watched it comfort my mother. I still have moments of overeating, but after bariatric surgery, I can't overeat like I used to. I've been stalled for quite a few months, but my internship is a full case load, and being a therapist, I'm literally sitting on my ass most of the day. This internship will be over by the time this is posted. Written on 07/13/2024, internship over on November 27th, 2024) I haven't found a routine that allows the exercise required, but I'm not gaining weight. I know where the addiction comes from, so this is something I am constantly working on with my therapist.




 
 
 

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