I made the stewed chicken for dinner and it was so good. After I got sick, my cooking skills diminished along with alot of other things. I feel like when I was sick, I wasn't myself. I was somebody that I didn't recognize and it was hard to identify with the positive attributes of myself. I was so angry, disgusted, disappointed within myself and within the world I exist in. It was a terrible bout of sickness and when I got out the psych ward, I was not prepared to start over. I had to learn everything all over. When I was living in Atlanta, I was always cooking for my guests. I loved cooking them vegan meals and I got pretty good at it. I know that I can never be that same person I was in Atlanta, but I can choose to learn to be better and stronger. It's my choice.
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