I’ve never been one for cold turkey. I mean I can’t eat cold turkey anymore since my health crisis but I’m talking more about cutting things off completely. Breakups always took me months, I was never good at making rash decisions, and diets always had to be eased in to. But when all of my health stuff happened I lost my purpose cold turkey. I no longer could party like I wanted to, work the hours that I used to, or even just simply go on day to day as planned. Everything changed- and it changed upbruptly. This mixed with hours to the day of nothing to do but sit and think about how crappy I felt led to depression and anxiety. I had to figure something out- some way to occupy my day and nights and not go absolutely crazy in the meantime. It wasn’t fair to rely solely on my fiancé to do that so I started madly obsessing about certain things. First it was the house. I had to have a house. I couldn’t wait- I wanted one- and I was going to get one. Check. Then it was the dog. I wanted my dream dog right away. Check. The months after were filled with renovating the house and decorating… but then came the boredom. I decided I needed a baby (harder than you would think) so to occupy this new conundrum that I couldn’t quite figure out I started crafting. I made soap- it fell apart. I made candles- and cut myself on all the glass. I jared so much fruit and vegetables that I ran out of room. I tried every hobby possible to fill my void but unfortunately nothing would stick. Nothing interested me enough to keep it up and not give up in the process. Until I took something I did daily (cooking) and spiced it up a bit. I joined one (actually many) of those mail delivery food sources where they send you every single thing you need and a handy recipe to make the perfect meals. And it really did- I was cooking things I never dreamed of and they were tasting pretty darn good! Finally… I found a hobby!!