As someone who has lived with chronic depression (and chronic pain) for most of my life, I can safely say the one thing that has supported my mental health in the last year is not what you’d expect.
But first, a little backstory: Dinner has been my pandemic nemesis. I began to dread it. Not just cooking it, but figuring out what we would eat, shopping for the food, even eating it began to feel like a chore.
After a year of pandemic and political upheaval, I am not alone in feeling exhausted. While dinner itself is probably not the thing that’s breaking me, the idea of having to come up with, shop for, make and then eat yet another dinner is enough to send me right over the edge.Read more on themighty.com