#Chapter 107: Stalling

Hannah “How did you know when you needed to start making a change?” The room was quiet as the journalist, Emily, and I sat across from each other, the only sounds that of the grandfather clock ticking against the wall and the birds chirping outside. A soft breeze blew through the cracked window—the first signs of an early spring this year, although it wasn’t even March yet. On the table between us sat a tray of steaming hot cups of tea and fresh cookies. I held my cup firmly in my hands, staring down into the tendrils of steam as they curled up into my face. “Well…” I paused, chewing the inside of my cheek as I thought about her question. We had been going at this for the better part of an hour now; thanks to Drake’s suggestion, I had decided to hire Emily yet again to put together a short documentary on my eating disorder journey. With clips of myself trying my ‘fear foods’ cut in between, the documentary would mostly be an interview about my journey to