I always hated cooking and never did any until about 2 years ago. I lived on take out and my mother's cooking. But when she got too old/ tired, I had to learn, and I have. It's one of the good things about my breakdown, which happened around the same time. Now I do it to relax, and I enjoy it. Especially as I drink while doing so, which makes me feel less guilty. She says I'm a better cook than her. Which isn't really true, there's just more stuff on TV.