I am eating.
I’m just not eating enough.
Come the evening I decline to have supper.
I barely have breakfast.
Maybe something for lunch.
But even though the stomach growls
It is ignored and I refuse to come downstairs
to eat or drink.
My choices baffle me.
I wonder if this mental health crisis
is affecting me deeper than I thought?
Is this a sign my depression is once again getting worse?
I don’t know but for now the kitchen is out of bounds.