Yesterday I had a horrible, terrible, troublesome, binge eating disorder day. My day was so awful, I spent all of last night crying and writing, writing and crying (Binge Eating Disorder and Art Therapy). I felt defeated, helpless, disappointed in myself, and like an utter failure. After a disturbed night’s sleep, I still don’t feel back to my normal, chipper self. But I got out of bed, put on a dress, went to the tea shop, and started writing this post.