I often play music when I cook. I play jazz when I am upbeat. I sing along with the Beatles even though I can’t carry a tune, and I am calmed by the sound of a Native American flute. I often listen to it when I am down and out.
Cooking is so much more than a means to a meal for me. I’ve come to realize that it is my anchor during turbulent times. I have suffered twice from major depression. During those times I stayed in bed for most of the day, only getting up for bathroom breaks. Putting the blanket over my head was one way I tried to lock out the world. I couldn’t think straight and found it almost impossible to make decisions.
Despite this we always ate well. It was as if planning and cooking dinner was another type of medication that worked to reorder the chemistry in my brain.
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