Depressed and sick… so I made soup for a whole village 🍲❤️
I wasn’t feeling my best — body tired, mind heavy, spirits low. One of those days where everything feels harder than it should. So instead of ordering takeout or skipping meals, I did the only thing that ever truly comforts me… I made soup. Not just a small pot — I made enough soup to feed a whole village.
There’s something deeply healing about soup. The slow simmer, the way the kitchen fills with warmth, the gentle bubbling that feels like it’s telling you to breathe. I chopped vegetables slowly, added herbs with intention, tasted and adjusted, and let time do its thing. With every stir, it felt like I was pouring a little bit of my heaviness into the pot and turning it into comfort.
This soup wasn’t rushed. It was rich, hearty, nourishing, and made with love. The kind of soup that warms you from the inside out. The kind you’d want to share with neighbors, family, friends, or anyone who needs a reminder that they’re not alone. 💛
By the time it was done, the house smelled amazing, my appetite came back, and my mood lifted just a little. Funny how a big pot of homemade soup can do that. Food really is therapy sometimes.
If you’re feeling sick, overwhelmed, sad, or just worn down by life — make soup. Make a lot of it. Eat some today, save some for later, and share some if you can. It doesn’t fix everything… but it helps more than you’d think.
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