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Missing this

I miss the days when I could take myself out to eat without overthinking every step. Sitting alone with my favorite meal used to feel peaceful—like a quiet kind of freedom. Lately, though, even the thought of going out feels heavy. Depression has a way of stealing the simple joys, turning something comforting into something exhausting. I’m hoping one day soon I’ll find my way back to those small solo dates—the soft background noise, the first bite of good food, and the feeling of being okay in my own company again.

• Food
• Restaurant
• Cafe