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“I suck at cooking.” Those are the words I formerly lived by when my pasta was overcooked and mushy. Or when the smoke alarm blared while I frantically opened my kitchen window to let the smell of burnt fish waft far away from my disappointment. Then there was the diagnosis. Boiling from the mouth of my therapist, “It’s called Generalized Anxiety Disorder.” It all finally made sense. The insomnia, the pacing, the “everyone is staring at me and my shaky hands.”

To make matters worse, I became a marriage and family therapist. I am supposed to know which morsels of…

The Hangry Therapist

Marriage and Family Therapist. Writer. Foodie. Self-Taught Chef. Always Hungry.

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