As a chef I can express myself with food but the pressures of kitchen life can be hard, I needed a way, outside of work, to clear my head and vent my stress and anxiety, for a long time I kept it bottled up until it became unbearable for the people around me, so I bought a diary.
I write to myself, to everyone and to no one in paticular in the hope that when I read it back I can make some sence of the life I have chosen.
Here are some of the pages that helped me piece my life together.
Dedicated to all struggling chefs and their families who support them in thier madness.