Finding my passion for cooking again has been such a wonderful thing for me.

I used to love cooking before depression and starting to get that love back, fills me with joy.

Last March I came to this train station to end my life where a bunch of flowers saved me.

I regularly get the train from here in the morning for work now.

Times change so quickly and when it seems so bleak and dark, often there is a little glimmer of light pouring in.

Managed to cook for the first time in a while last night + it was delicious!

I made Lebanese lamb with rice and mint yoghurt.

While battling depression + PTSD, I often slip away from things that make me feel like me, so it was good to get a little bit of that back last night.

This is a message from my Grandma. They say that older generations are ignorant to mental health, but what a blessing she is.

Sometimes I feel like I’m not doing enough as a parent, and then I remember that what seem like the little things are often the big things to them.

Over the past year, I’ve finally found places that make me feel at ease. This is one of those places for me.

When I was in crisis, I used to think it was silly to find a nice place to go for my mental well-being, but now I’ve found it, I feel like I finally get it!

Do you have places like that?