I wrote a song once that said: “I am stuck in the middle of the hard part of my story.” I was 27, and I thought it was a clever lyric for a challenging time. Eleven years later, I see that difficulties back then pale in comparison to what’s happening now. Due to a series of stressful events, I am finding myself anxious one moment and filled with grief the next. Where’s the rainbow here? I have no idea, but what I do know is I’m not making it worse by eating over it, starving myself, or harming my body