For the past three days, I couldn’t stop thinking about desserts. Black Forest cake. Red velvet. Choco almond donuts. Fruit pie. And always, a hazelnut latte to go with it.
At first, I brushed it off. I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Craving sweets felt normal to me, even comforting. I figured maybe I just needed a little treat, a break from everything. Something simple to lift my mood.
That’s what I told myself. And I believed it...until today.
I was meditating, trying to slow down, when this quiet but undeniable realization surfaced. It didn’t shout. It didn’t demand attention. But it landed with the kind of weight that made everything suddenly make sense.
Turned out, I wasn’t just craving dessert. I was craving relief. Comfort. Soothing. I was trying to bring sweetness into my life in the only way I knew how at that moment—through food.
It felt disarming to admit that. I thought I had already worked through emotional eating. I thought I had moved beyond that version of myself. But here I was again, trying to self-soothe with sugar, not even realizing I’d slipped back into an old pattern.
