Try this without thinking "That's what she said"

It was over a year and a half ago that I realized I couldn't swallow. Anything. Not just that. Human beings are peculiar and nonsensical creatures. When I admitted to myself that there was a problem inside me, I didn't tell anyone. I kept it as deep as my gut would allow. And physically, my gut wouldn't allow much. I felt like all was doing was eating or thinking about eating or talking about eating. But my belly was empty, in so many ways.

I was professional at not meeting Grassfed's eye. When we ate together, I was in a place inside my throat, being the neurotic muscles, the only ones I had. Keeping secrets from someone you love makes you feel more empty than starving yourself. Something, anything, would fill me up and then I would just mentally check out of the conversation, respond only with nods or humphs. The shortcomings of my innards had turned me meek to the elements.

Turns out I wasn't crazy or stressed out or fallen victim to an involuntary eating disorder.

I was just a rare case.