I’m grieving over not having the childhood that I should have had. It was full of scapegoating and bullying. I’m grieving over not having a typical son and yet having to surrender him at 13 because no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t care for him, and getting lack of support and judgment was all I got. I have struggles with depression and cptsd. I’ve yo-yo’ed with my weight forever and it caught up with me. I’ve been an emotional eater and have PCOS too. I have hyperglycaemia. I’ve accepted I’ll be in therapy for life because I’ve been very damaged with my trauma. I also have to grieve the fact that my relationship with food is now forced to change as I will need to likely be on Ozempic for life as that is a powerful tool. I’ll be grieving forever but I have to put the work in to move forward. I know that. It’s hard, very hard.