Hope Contagium

A therapy journal of self-obsession, depression and meaning.

Tag: foodfiction


Sometimes angels are sent to you from the heavens above. Sometimes they appear as completely normal human-beings.
Well I met an angel today. She was sweet as honey with a pure heart of gold. Her approach to me was gentle and being around her was like being embraced by kindness.
My day had been eventful in the simplest matter and now I had a few obstacles to endure. My face was red in various places, it was worn out from recent activities, I hadn’t had the chance to eat for 24 hours and I could feel the lack of food weakening my body. I couldn’t stand straight. I almost felt that I either could faint or vomit from the hunger.
She told me she had chocolates in her purse and that I’m welcome to have one. A little chocolate might help, I thought. She disappeared for a while, only to return with a golden package as long as my hand. Twix. The whole bar was for me. She hid it in the bottom drawer, since work would prohibit me from indulging freely, and left again leaving great generosity floating in the air.
As I sat down to investigate the Twix more carefully, I felt a certain jump of adventure. I opened and took a bite. I closed my eyes as I chewed. I could taste heaven. Her heaven.
Thank you Sofia.

The Gummy Bear

“I’ve got something for you,” Randy says. He sneaks something small in my hand without looking at me. I look down. It’s a gummy bear. Flavor: white (pineapple). As Randy walks away with a pile of clothes I exclaim in surprise and pleasure and quickly throw the gummy bear in my mouth. It is so delicious. Sweet and fruity. I don’t stop working. I keep going, though my concentration is out of focus. I push clothes around as I chew that wonderful, white gummy bear. Today has been so stressful, so exhausting. But for the next seven seconds I am happy and nothing at all is bad in my life. All my problems are solved. Thank you white gummy bear. Thank you Randy.

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