Small victory: I finally cooked dinner for myself without crying
Honestly it's been six months since my ex moved out and I've mostly been living on cereal and takeout. Last Tuesday I decided to just make a simple pasta with jarred sauce and frozen veggies. I stood in my tiny kitchen in Portland and burned the garlic because I was distracted. But I scraped off the burned bits and finished it anyway and sat down and ate a real meal at my own table for the first time in forever. It was actually pretty good and I felt like I did something for myself instead of just surviving. I didn't cry or get angry and that felt like a huge step forward. Has anyone else had random small moments like this that made you feel like you were actually healing?
Nice work, you officially adulted better than most people on a Tuesday. That burned garlic? That's just character building, or as I call it, "artisanal smokiness.