I'm generally happier on an empty stomach these days.
I went to at Ethiopian restaurant today for lunch. However, 15 minutes after I was served my food, I started feeling full. I asked for the check and the "to-go boxes". The waitress, shocked, asked me to "work on it" a little more. I tried to break my food into smaller pieces to try to eat more; however, my stomach just did not want to consume any more food. I desperately looked around and saw my hostess sitting there, eating her own lunch and chatting away. I decided to wait until she returned and brought me a box and my check. "You did not like the food?" She asked. "No, I come here all the time. I just have a small appetite, I guess" I answered her question.
Ever since my struggle with depression began, my appetite has largely been affected. God, I wish for a day when I will be able to eat comfortably as much as I used to eat when things were better. These days, when I'm full, my mind shifts to worry gear. A sorry cry for help.
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