The Cutting Board (TW)



You stood in the kitchen, your hands grasping the countertop, trying to make sense of things.

You decided to do something positive for a change, to finally clear your head.

Cook something, maybe?

So you laid down on the table every single ingredient you own -hidden in those dark little cupboards of yours.

And slowly but steadily, you started chopping them up.

It was a ritual you used to perform. It gave you the opportunity to distress, to gain control over your ingredients, to feel better, to correct things.

But for a long time you hadn't felt control in your hands. It felt so odd and you were so overwhelmed.

And you lost it.

You cut too much. Added too many ingredients in your pot, until it overflowed. And now you're crying over the mess you've made...

But don't worry, angel. We will clean it up. 

And it will be okay.

Please remember to use the cutting board next time.

//Optimistic pessimist//