One day, I came home from work completely drained—my body just gave out from all the stress. I slept for an entire day, unable to even stand up. Stress had taken its toll, not just on my body but also on my family relationships and personal health. Even Facebook chimed in, showing me an old post from college that reminded me how little had changed in 12 years—I was still running on empty.

Around that time, I realized I needed something more than the endless cycle of work, sleep, repeat. I started exploring hobbies, searching for a little joy outside the grind. That’s when I found myself in the kitchen, experimenting with sugar, butter, and eggs.