Food has become just as much of a medicine as my psychiatrist has. Every two weeks a menu is drafted by me. Natural food, whole wheat pasta, no red meat, poultry occasionally, and some fish, dairy, too. My cat just jumped up blocking the screen for a moment. I must kiss the length of her spine. There. She is purring and sitting nicely. The meds are sometimes rather depressing. Eating good food makes me feel like a whole person. Not one who was diagnosed manic depressive 34 years ago. The idea of food as a supplement to my health has been reeeeeeeal. When I eat I feel like a normal person. No thoughts of my doctor or my therapist. Only me and the food and the company I keep. Eating is something that can be shared easily. The preparation of it always gives me a feeling of accomplishment. I never stop taking the meds, but always enjoy my food. Wouldn't it be great if my prescription was to have a salmon dinner tonight and a yogurt in the morning?
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