My father died in March and I stopped eating

March is still difficult and it is now the third March and it is less difficult than the first two. That is the whole of what I can offer.

The eating came back slowly and unevenly and I stopped monitoring it, which was the thing that let it come back.

Picking up Núria’s point rather than starting a new one.

My experience is that routine helped more than anything anybody said. Small, repeated, unremarkable things, done at the same times.

What I found hardest was people asking how I was in a way that required a manageable answer.

I stopped everything for six weeks, with my prescriber's agreement, and started again when I could. That was the right shape for me.

Somebody in this circle sat with me on a thread for an evening and said almost nothing and it was exactly what I needed.

Reading old threads in this circle at four in the morning was, for a while, the only thing that helped, and I never posted once.

I paused everything and my prescriber was completely supportive and said the timing of a restart was entirely mine.

Gently disagreeing with Osgar, or rather adding the other half of it.

The kindest thing said to me here was that I did not have to be doing anything about it. Just describing it was enough.

My appetite came back before my interest in food did, and those turned out to be two different things arriving separately.

Something I did not expect was guilt about the ordinary days. The first afternoon I forgot for two hours was very hard.

Bereavement support was available where I am and I did not know for eight months. Worth asking about early rather than late.