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.


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.