I had a bad panic attack this morning while I was driving to work. It has been awhile since I’ve felt this. I felt frozen, I didn’t know what to do, I texted Robert and I told him that I can’t go to work. He called and I just started crying.
I have no control. I can’t seem to tell myself that everything is going to be ok. I ended up going home, I can’t deal with life today.
Instead of staying in bed, I decided to bake. I stopped by a grocery store on my way home and bought ingredients for french macarons. I’ve never made one so I figured this would be a good challenge for me today.
I love baking. I would bake for my family, and that brought me joy. I would make cupcakes, cookies and brownies. I would make a batch of free sugar cookies for me and Robert and that would satisfy our sweet tooth. I find baking relaxing and makes me forget about other things.
I made french macarons, it was a bit of a challenge but I’m happy with how these batch turned out. They might not be the prettiest but they definitely taste good.
I feel accomplished. I feel good about myself.
I should bake more often.