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.




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