🔗 I learned to love cooking, and all I had to do was destroy my entire life — Keenan

This happened enough times that I felt broken. Clearly, I was incapable of handling a simple task like cooking, and the friction of me struggling wasn’t something my partner could tolerate. The miasma of frustration obfuscated reason or calm. I would retreat with my shame, sitting with it until it settled into another stratum. What was so wrong with me that I couldn’t get this right?

Back then, I didn’t realize how much shame informed how I operated in the world.