I give myself permission to eat as much food as I need to eat, and gain as much weight as I need to gain, to learn the lessons that I obviously need to learn.
I will put my attachments to particular outcomes, and my expectations, and my sense of entitlement, in a huge wooden ship and push it out to sea, to drift where it will.
Let come what comes, let go what goes.
How does that sentiment sit with making an effort, though, and investing in my recovery?
I don’t know. I don’t understand.