When I’m sad, I tend to default to the easy way out for food: takeout from the closest cafe, thin noodles that boil quickly, packaged snacks. It leaves me in a cycle of laziness and unhappiness. Recently, I’ve realized that I’m finding more joy in stepping back and savoring the long process of a meal coming together instead.

For me, to take care in preparing my food is to take care of myself.

I’m running again for the first time in years. It’s resurfacing old insecurities.

I’m trying to be better to myself

I landed in the hospital from stress. It forced me to commit to unplugging.

It’s not always easy