I’ve been sitting here for the last fifteen minutes listening to my dad give a lecture on nutrition. He made comparisons with our diet here, filled with carbohydrates and junk food, to what people ‘back home’ eat. What he fails to realise is the differences in lifestyle; the fact that we do not grow out own wheat, corn, and vegetables in our back yards and raise animals that provide us with fresh dairy and meat.
More than anything, this is about the fact that I don’t eat as much as I used to, and he refuses to accept that depression makes you do that. What he seems to be suggesting is that not eating, not having these so-called vital vitamins in my system, is what’s caused it, and it makes me so fucking sad. He refuses to believe that it’s a mental thing, and me arguing my point is completely and utterly pointless it seems.