I used food as a coping mechanism for many, many years, and it was my best friend for a long time.
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I think for me, food was a way for me to deal with emotional trouble.
For most of my life, I have eaten to deal with stress.
I have friends with post-traumatic stress - friends with post-traumatic stress who are, you know, highly successful, capable people.
I had a friend, Melissa, who was 28 years old. She was my best friend's wife, and she was my wife's best friend. She died of breast cancer. When she passed away back in 2004 was the last time I cried.
I used to be good friends with my depression, saying oh I'm so depressed, or life is terrible.
Food is not a means toward resolution. It can't cure heartbreak or solve untenable dilemmas.
There were times when I had great times with my brothers, pillow fights and things, but I was, used to always cry from loneliness.
I was depressed as a child. I found it hard to make friends. My favourite thing was locking myself in the bathroom and practising comedy routines.
I have a lot of friends who are trying to clean up their act, or that are still making trouble for themselves, so I'm definitely well-versed on what goes on in the mind and the heart of a person who self-destructs as their coping mechanism, and also what they're like when you take their preferred substance away.
I think I was immediately fed, so food became a very important part of my life.
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