Thursday, November 5, 2009

Midweek Kitchen Confessions 25: Remember when...

...I had that really bad year? When my body did all sorts of strange and unexpected things? And every remedy my doctors came up with actually made the situation considerably worse? And, in addition, gave me emotional symptoms akin to postpartum depression? And remember how throughout that whole year I baked, especially pies? And remember how making that pie dough became like therapy? Something I knew I could control. Something that didn't cause me physical pain. Or, for that matter, emotional pain. Yeah, I remember that too. Doesn't seem like it was very long ago. I love baking. It soothes my weary...whatever...body/mind/soul.

1 comment:

Heidi said...

Theatre helped me through a time like that. Theatre and work and my niece and nephew. Something to live for, no matter how small. Something that won't hurt. Something that makes other people happy.