Where the best part isn’t the un-wavering full body fatigue no matter how much sleep you get, but the insomnia that leaves you unable to try.
my grandmother said something that’s resonated with me. she said “people don’t understand that when they’re ill, they go to sleep knowing they’ll wake one day soon feeling better. you have go to sleep every night hoping, and it never happens.”
People give me the once-over when I say I used to be anorexic/bulimic. It hurts so much and it really shakes my mental stability, because I’m now at a comfortable weight with a couple pounds extra.