A Stitch in Time

wheel of the year (1 of 1)
I sit here, forcing myself to write a blog post.  All I really want to do is curl up in a chair and stitch.  I’m afraid my old “friend” depression has sneaked up on me again.  I always think I’m going to be vigilant and catch it before it catches me, but by the time I recognize what is happening, I’m already sliding down that slope.

I do acknowledge that it’s summer, it’s hot, and I tend to get depressed this time of year.  There is something about having the house closed up that messes with my brain chemistry.  Other things are at play too; I’m really struggling with the state of the world.  Every day some new horrible thing has happened.

I wrote a few weeks ago that I wanted to do an ongoing Friday Activism post.  That idea was interrupted by traveling, but also, I just feel so overwhelmed with all the sadness, war, and hate in the world that I can’t face the page.  My goal was to write about topics to raise awareness, and to offer ideas of small things we can each do to support human rights.  Instead I find myself completely clueless and feeling helpless to make any difference in the world.

Another element at play in my mental state is that Craig’s and my personal world is in a state of flux.  Limbo really, as we wait to learn about big changes on the horizon.  I’m not ready to write about that yet, out of fear of jinxing it.  Suffice it to say our world will turn upside down, one way or another.

And so for now, I’m just biding my time, allowing myself to ease through this depressive state that I know from experience will pass.  I’ve been stitching on my “wheel of the year”; it helps ground me and remember that time does pass and things will look bright again.  And I will be able to open my windows again:)

On another sad note, many of you are familiar with Pam and Diane, mother and daughter from Gingerbread Snowflakes and Craftypod.  Two weeks ago, they lost their husband and father to a heart attack.  Diane has set up a donation page to help with the unexpected costs involved.  It’s so terrible to have to worry about money when one is grieving.  If you can help at all, please stop by the donation page and leave a small offering.

2 Replies to “A Stitch in Time”

  1. I followed you because of crafting but it seems we have other things in common also. I knew I hate being hot but hadn’t thought about the aspect of being closed in. I know “good” happens every day in my life but that ongoing slippery slope makes it hard to realize. Thank you for sharing. It was helpful to read your words. I hope someday that I get back to crafting. I miss it.

    1. Thank you for commenting, Deb. I’m glad that my words were a help. I hesitate to write about my depression, because that’s not what people come here to see. I’m afraid if I write about it too much, they’ll stop coming. But then I think that if writing about my depression helps another person deal with or recognize theirs, then that’s what I want to do.

      I hope you find your way back to crafting too. That really is one of the things that gets me through. I like fiber work, whether that’s knitting, crochet, or some form of stitching, because it’s easy to pick up when I want to work on it, and there’s no icky mess to clean up when I’m done:)

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