Known as the wife of… remembered for everything after.
My misophonia was never subtle. But since going carnivore, it feels like someone removed a filter. Sounds are sharper, louder and somehow drinking has joined the list of things capable of sending me from perfectly normal colleague to internally homicidal in 0.4 seconds. And no, “everyone makes noise when they drink” is not an acceptable defence. You can’t hear me.
Somewhere along the way, the noise disappeared. My hormones became steady, my mind became quiet, and apparently… my filter packed its bags too. Was it the protein? Carnivore? Healing from trauma? I honestly don’t know. I just know I’m not the same woman anymore, and I don’t think I want her back.
Apparently the problem isn't that I used to live on burgers, fries and cookies. The problem started when I replaced them with steak. Funny how healthy choices suddenly make everyone a nutrition expert.
I saw one photo of a rescue dog from Turkey... and somehow already knew he belonged with us. Looking back, this wasn't the first time my gut completely ignored logic, and I'm starting to think my husband never really got a vote.
I thought this story was about swapping my Audi for a Volkswagen. Turns out it was about something much bigger. Somewhere between Italian mountain roads, a manual gearbox, and two sleeping dogs, I realised I'd changed more than I thought.
