“The pain seems so much more difficult than the cookies. But it’s not. The pain covered in cookies becomes pain covered in fat covered in more pain.” ~Brooke Castillo Do you ever eat when you’re stressed, sad, tired, alone?
Bag of chips after a hard day? Ordering the take-out when your partner’s away? I did. Seven years ago, my newborn baby cried every evening.
I’d feed her, change her, and blow raspberries on her neck. Still, she screamed—like a smoke alarm you couldn’t stop. I tried singing to her, burping her, begging her… I felt useless, desperate. In my journalism job, before maternity leave, I’d often doubted my capability.