panic attacks, vagus nerve, and freedom

this is going to be an account of some pretty uncomfortable shit that i experienced over the past day and a half… er, year and a half… and more importantly, the freedom that i’m basking in because? despite? of it all.

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on food and eating.

i’m starting this post while eating breakfast tacos for lunch, after listening to a podcast that touched on disordered eating, on a day that started with an argument with my partner that started with food. so… there’s a lot of material here.