The irony of feeding Ana by not feeding myself.
Do you feed your illness, whatever it may be?
Do you feed yourself negative words, attitudes, people?
Do you feed yourself lies, denial, anger? Do you gorge on negative memories, tantalised by a buffet of gourmet self pity?
Gluttonously devouring negative comments, spitting out the positive ones like watermelon pips?
Do you feed your illness…
whatever it may be….