Alright, I'm making myself laugh a little at my melodramatic rock pile. It looks like a picture you'd find in a mental health brochure. But in all seriousness... I hope to look back on my mistakes with humor, understanding, and even gratitude.
For now, I think I’ll have a cupcake. Or five.
There’s no question that the food we put in our body is directly related to our states of mind. When we eat whole foods, we feel better physically and mentally. When we eat crap, well, we feel that too.
But the relationship works in reverse. Sometimes, things happen to us, or we make things happen, that suck. During those difficult times, we seek basic and immediate comforts, like food.
The self-disciplined may push through without so much as a glance towards our candy cabinets. The weak linger too long on a slippery slope of fudge sauce until we lose our footing and drown in a self-perpetuating pool of chocolate and sadness. And still others find a nice balance of depression-driven indulgence, and have a day or two of Vortex takeout before showering, running 10 miles, and stepping back into the forgiving arms of an arugula salad.
Or maybe, we have been all three. Self-disciplined, weak, and somewhere in the middle. And whether our vice is food or something entirely different, we share in common that we’re human beings and not one of us is perfect.
So forgive yourself for the five cupcakes. If you're going to eat them anyway, there's no point in feeling mad about it. And as for the stupid thing that made you wanna eat the five cupcakes? I say, F it.