When I was depressed, I did not notice my body.
It just floated along behind me.
I was lost in my thoughts.
My life happened inside my head, and my body seemed to come with me.
I did not feel temperature, I did not feel hungry.
Now I am in Recovery, I am aware of my body, and it is a nuisance.
It is always hot or cold or hungry.
It even wakes me up in the middle of the night if it is too hot, or it wants another blanket.
I am trying to get used to my body talking to me all the time, telling me what it needs.