I skied, I was biking trails, I ran, I swam a lot.
Physically, I felt awesome. Emotionally, not so much, but that's beside the point.
In the past year, shit has happened. I saw my doctor far too frequently, had sort of a cancer scare, had a bunch of other scares, realised he lied to me a lot, saw another doctor even more, tried a bunch of pills, did a bunch of tests, saw a specialist, did some more tests, still doing tests. Only to realise that there isn't anything wrong with me?
The conclusion that we have arrived at is I have an eating disorder. I do not have an eating disorder.
I do not have an anything disorder I AM OKAY GO AWAY. I do not need a therapist, thank you.
Then I saw a chiropractor and he's the first person to tell me that I'm fixable (good news).
So now I'm going to get fixed (hopefully).
And then I can swim again. I miss swimming.
On a happier note, I have more presents.
(and a sad one)
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