For anyone looking into my life from the outside, it might seem really nice. Quiet, simple, cozy, happy. Yes, it is all of those things, but only because I work so hard to keep everything quiet, simple, cozy, and happy. I strive to make my home a sanctuary for me and my husband, a place to keep the crazy world out and where love can grow and dreams can be nurtured.
It's hard to keep it that way, though. My family seems to always be striving to create stress and drama and drag it into my life. I have a psychic vampire sister, a drama queen oldest niece, a negative gossip mother, a narcissistic father, and a bad apple younger niece who has lately driven the drama and stress to whole new heights.
Maybe this is why I'm so anti-social. The people closest to me are torturing me with their stressful lives. Today, I've been worse than I have been in a while, and I want to swear off people altogether, especially my family, and drive deep into the woods and stay there forever. Since I can't actually do that, I find myself instead fantasizing about locking myself in my room with a big batch of cookies.
Stressful times are when I find it hardest to resist the urge to eat bad foods. I need something, anything, to dull the ache in my heart and quiet the noise in my head, and food has always been how I've dealt with it. I just want it all to go away.