the breakdown behind the bake down

Alright, here’s the tea : what started as a chaotic, borderline emotional breakdown somehow turned into a legit talent. Baking became my therapy, my excuse to avoid people, and the one thing keeping me from losing my shit altogether. Think Martha Stewart after prison.

*Also*-I’m a raging people-pleaser. Like, if baking you a warm, gooey cookie makes you like me even 5% more, I’m already preheating the oven. Somewhere deep in my soul, there’s a little voice screaming “please validate me with praise,” and honestly, I’m just giving her what she wants.

So here I am, whipping up perfectly imperfect emotional support treats, fueled by equal parts rage, love and the occasional kitchen cry.

Some people go to therapy, I go to the kitchen.
I’m not just baking—I’m HAVING A MENTAL BAKE DOWN.

Grab a treat. Cry if you need to. We’ve all been there.