Things are easier today.  I do not know why. It is easier to reach out. Easier to not cry.  It's like I told my body,  hey, you have 2 days off, you can cry now if you want.  All you want.  And my body replies ok. But i'm good now. It's like the act of saying it's ok to not be ok made me ok. Or maybe it's that it's the second week in my pill pack and I slept for as long as I wanted to. And my roomate is gone so this space is mine again. And I haven't eaten today.  And I barely ate yesterday. There's something about this emptiness that fills me. Isn't that strange.