Anyone who says not being able to ID hunger early is good, say that after what just happened to me. Sitting on the couch suddenly feeling 'wrong', start shaking, get dizzy, waves of warm/cold. Good thing there were cracker in arms reach and Chris got me a drink and half an apple with peanut butter.
I cried most of the day. Didn't get out of bed much. Only ate once. Did no packing. Ignored the poor dogs outside my bedroom door. Would have ignored Jayden if he'd let me. I hate my life. It's too difficult. Painful. Sad. There's too much struggle and I can't see me ever having comfort or real happiness. I want to give up.