>Just realised everything that sets off my mental health is related to cooking, the kitchen and food.
Knowing the one thing I actually find a sense of joy and comfort in, is also what causes me so much pain is a down right startling realisation lads.
>When certain things arent ordered in a neat, tidy manner that complies with my OCD I lose my fucking shit.
>When I run out of a certain ingredient it brings out anxiety knowing full well the meal is a write off.
>When I see others blunting carving knifes by using them on glass boards to chop sarnies i get red mist.
>If I cook or eat something and it tastes bland or hear loud bangs of pots it sends me into a sensory overload
>If snacks run out and there's nothing to fill my gob with depression hits
So much for ever working as a chef in this life, I'd probably end up killing someone in a violent frenzy