A day in 2008 – (the date is irrelevant…. most of this happens every day). I wake up. There it is again. The same feeling that I get most mornings. It’s a ‘binge-hangover’. I feel ill. I have a sickish feeling inside. I am starving, but unable to face food. I walk into the bathroom, silently having the same conversation with myself that I do each morning. Today is going.. Read More