A friend sent an email asking how things were going?
"Depression is a bitch," I wrote.
It's been a long long time since depression and I have hung out together, and it creeped in so quietly, that I didn't recognize its presence for a while. In the past, it was a comfortable companion...something to slip inside of, and let everything else slide away from.
This time is different, it isn't an ally, and I'm trying to fight this go-a-round. Treading water to stay afloat some days and looking for islands to swim towards, and rest in, when I can.
The friend wrote back with, "Make depressed cloth, anything."
I had been working on the Story blanket this week. Not feeling creative or up to decision making, I had switched to stitching long lines. Long mindless lines. I wondered if this was a depressed cloth? I don't think so. It's a just-keep-going cloth.
And today there were stars.