if there’s one bit of cringy self-care advice i’m going to post in public scope, it’s this.
if you’re reluctant to really get into cooking proper meals for yourself, please just do it. it can be life-changing ESPECIALLY if you’re afraid of failure or you think you’re gonna suck at it or you don’t know why anyone would want to put up with you. trust me, no matter how clumsy and worthless you think you are, you WILL succeed and you WILL get better.
few things shut up a toxic inner critic like treating yourself to a tasty meal out of your own kitchen, and imagine the feeling of accomplishment and self-empowerment you get after finally proving that bastard wrong—even if reaching that milestone of personal growth may have taken you some trial and error. not to mention cooking for and with others. it’s the best.
there are almost no rules. the possibilities are endless. it takes so little experience to start changing up recipes and trying things you’ve never heard of but which seem crazy enough they might just work. you’re gonna be loading the oven with crêpes, of all things, stuffed with spinach and ricotta in a tomato-cheese-sauce, and all the doubters who have never cooked with any passion will look at that like 🤔, but you’ll already know it’s still the best thing they’re gonna have all week.
“but it’s such a drag when i’m already tired from work…”
try to do it anyway, it’s often a better way to relax and take your mind off of things than rotting in front of a screen until you’re too exhausted to keep your eyes open. it’s also one of the very few things i managed to turn into a habit in spite of unmedicated ADD, simply because of how rewarding it is.