I had to struggle with depression since I was a little girl. Even before I got my first period, I had it. I don’t know if it’s a genetically related problem or something else, I just know it has been there all the time. I grew with it, lived with it and became friend with it. It was rough when I was just a little grumpy girl but I get used to it when I became older. I wasn’t eating much, wasn’t sleeping enough. I was angry and sad all the time but one day I cooked something, some good shrimp soup and I really enjoyed it. I really did and I started cooking and cooking and it’s turned into a routine. Life got easier. The problems didn’t solve or my issues didn’t vanish, I just gave myself the love I was looking for. I fed myself; pet myself, taking care of myself. I started serving different dishes, different foods. Matching colors together and testing new flavors. Depression never left me actually. It just sat there and watched me wandering around. I never got relief of it. I just learned how to deal with it. It was a journey, long and hard, full of traps and up and downs. I never won, I never lost. I just found a friend. I hope to find enough time to talk about it more. That might give a clue to someone who needs to hear that he/she is not alone.