Yesterday, I was already 24 hours deep into my fast when my neighbor friend called with the gut-punch news my apartment got broken into. Kitchen window completely shattered. At that exact moment, hunger vanished.
My worst nightmare had just become real seeing the place ransacked, everything tossed on the floor like trash. No appetite, no nothing, just pure shock and violation hitting harder than any empty stomach ever could.
Yeah, like I said before, I do know the feeling, that helpless feeling of being invaded.
I don't blame you one bit for not feeling like eating. I get it. Good news is, it will pass.
But it still sucks.


