Psychology Today | 27.03.2026 05:33
As I emerged from therapy into the bustling chaos of Manhattan’s East Village, cheeks wet with tears, I thought to myself, “How will things ever change?” Arriving 20 minutes late, I’d spent the too-short session lamenting my lack of control, how my life didn’t feel like mine. How I was trapped in a disordered, emotional eating cycle. How I had recently drank way too much at a friend’s birthday party, stayed up till 3 a.m. bingeing on TV to try and reset, and then slept through my classes... I was exhausted, overwhelmed, and constantly crying. The simplest tasks filled me with dread.
