Why I Ate Like the Japanese (And Still Felt Empty)

I thought if I followed the rules—miso soup, green tea, salmon, no snacks—I’d finally feel better. Like maybe if I ate the right things, my brain would stop spinning and my body would settle into something I could live with. But every meal was a test. White rice measured out, seaweed arranged just so. I read about neurotransmitters and told myself I was fixing something broken. Still, I watched the scale and waited for the relief that never came. Some nights, I’d stare at my bowl and wonder if I was hungry or just tired of trying. The food was supposed to help, but all I felt was the pressure to get it right. Maybe the real problem isn’t what I eat. Maybe it’s what I’m chasing. #Health #Diet #FoodGuilt