In recent posts we’ve been thinking a little about the confusion of appetite (for physical food), with hunger (for emotional wants or needs). So, let’s say I’ve had a really rotten day. I’m in a foul mood. Glen or a friend tries to engage me in conversation, to find out what’s wrong. But I don’t want to talk. I’m emotionally constipated – there’s a whole barrage of competing feelings coursing through my veins, but they’re in a big, amorphous and threatening mass. I haven’t got the energy to deal with any more and ...
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