You would think that when your body is completely empty with nothing left it would let you know, but it doesn't. Sleep is unappealing, food has no meaning, and my mouth does not yearn for the sweet relief of a sip of water. Instead I can go days without sleep, eating nothing for nearly a week, and drink less than I release and still keep moving.
I feel like life is hopeless and my world has ended. Everyone around me says "are you hungry? Have you eaten?" NO and NO! I can not eat and I no longer feel hunger. To satisfy Joe, I ate a cheese sandwich last night, but I wasn't hungry. Now that he has taken that love away, I am even more empty inside. An emptiness that food, drink, sleep, or even sex could fill.
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