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Saturday, 11 March 2017

I drew a thing

I draw really,  really badly.  But sometimes that's not what's important.

Wednesday, 8 March 2017

Taking care of yourself

I had a bad evening the other day.  I was okay, and then suddenly - total mood slump. It happens;  that's the joy of having a wonky brain.  No rhyme or reason to it sometimes, just randomness.  And it was bad; I'd had things I wanted to get done - sone of which were things I enjoy doing - and suddenly I had no motivation for anything at all.  Himself tried to help,  but that's the problem with random no-apparent-cause slumps - if you don't know why it's happened then you don't know how to get out of it!

Previously I would probably have sat there, gazing aimlessly into space, or gone to bed to do the same. I wanted cuddles and company, but I also wanted to not have anyone around; it was a weird mood.  So I thought about it, and did what seemed best.  I retreated to the bedroom,  where I changed all the bedding for nice fresh stuff in pretty colours. I put on nice nightwear, and I 'went to bed'; essentially I cosied up under the duvet with a book, a mug of cocoa, a hot water bottle, and some knitting. I started a new project - something with no pressure, no deadline, just something nice for me that I'm knitting because I like it and I want it. And I had my Scentered 'Sleep Well' balm as well;  I find it very soothing and relaxing.

And that was me for a good hour or two; time to myself, with things that relaxed and comforted me, and by the time Himself came to bed I was ready to deal with company and enjoy cuddles. 

This is probably the first time I've really successfully done self-care, and it really did help a lot.  Changing the bedding was nice as it felt fresh and pleasant; I'll remember that for the future!  It didn't take long to do, but had a very positive psychological effect.  I slept reasonably well, and was back to 'normal' the next day.  So don't underestimate how much little things can help sometimes; that quiet time, that soothing drink, that something-just-for-you - it all helps.

Friday, 24 February 2017

A new direction, and thoughts on identity

So, I've been pretty quiet on here for a while.  Life's been busy, what with one thing and another - work, studying, all the usual!  But I've also been thinking, about this blog, about why I bother with it, about what I want to achieve with it (if anything).  Well... obviously it'd be nice if it helped people to find my Etsy shop, GeekyGothyGoodness, and made them want to buy stuff!  But that's not really a priority, it's just fun - at least until I can get some items made for the other half of it, Black Dog Designs.

And that, I think, is where this comes in.   Black Dog Designs is something I've had floating around my head for a long, long time.  Hell, I even had labels printed to sew into the things I made... but in al honesty, I haven't made any yet.  Partly a lack of time, partly a massive lack of confidence in my ability to make anything that anyone would want to buy, and (I suppose) a large dose of fear that this will be yet another thing that I will try which will crash and burn because no one's interested, and my already crappy confidence will take yet another beating.  Because this idea matters to me, and so the idea of actually having it out there scares the hell out of me, because it'll really hurt if no one cares, or if my only interest and sales come from friends being nice.

The idea is pretty simple - bags, purses, etc, all handmade and hand-embroidered with 'inspirational' things.  Things that might make a difference to someone who is struggling, and who needs a constant reminder that they're not alone, or that they are good enough, and strong enough.  Because I've been there, and while it might not make the greatest difference in the world, or make anyone better, maybe it could help someone feel a little less alone and bleak and hopeless.  And that means everything to me.  So this blog will now be as much about open and honest discussions of what it's like to live with these things, because we do need to be more open about it - there is nothing to be ashamed of, it's an illness like any other - as it will be about crafting or anything else I may babble on about.  And they'll be largely intertwined, because you can't really separate an illness from everything else in your life; it tends to colour everything, at least a bit.

I saw a blog post from Blurt today (they're an amazing organisation, and if you haven't been on their site before, you totally should; lots of fantastic information and advice for helping to deal with depression, etc, whether you or a loved one is the sufferer).  And it really made me think - stuff I'd thought before, but had pushed to one side, because it was kind of uncomfortable to think about.  But today I couldn't just shove it away, and it led me back to here.

The post was about how depression can steal your sense of self, with lots of good advice about how to try and combat that.  Excellent stuff.  And it's right, depression can and does do that.  And I realised again what I realised some time ago - I've suffered from depression (and now anxiety) for so long (well over half my life now.... bloody hell) that I actually cannot remember who I was without it.  And that's a bit freaky, and a bit scary.  Although I was only formally diagnosed once I was at university, I know now (from hindsight and conversation with medical professionals) that I was undoubtedly severely clinically depressed for the vast majority of my teenage years, and ever since, although it wasn't picked up at the time.  I didn't realise; I suppose I thought it was normal to sleep a lot of the time to hide from life, to hide away from people, to have suicidal thoughts, and all the rest of it.  As I didn't talk about it with anyone, I had nothing to compare it to.

Now, I realise that I don't know anyone who knew me BD (before depression, natch!) apart from my family - and as I was so young at the time, it's hard to say that even they really knew me; there wasn't much to know.  And I don't remember what it was like without it; I don't remember what it was like having a (comparatively) uncomplicated, happy life.  And I realise that I don't know who I would be without it.  I don't know who I would have grown up to be, without this illness.  Would I be totally different?  Would I have different hobbies, different interests, different friends?  Who would I be?  And would the people who know me (and hopefully like me) now have liked the other me?  I feel like my whole identity has been hugely influenced or shaped by this stupid, annoying mental glitch - I think wistfully of who I might have been, what I might have achieved, if my brain chemicals didn't hate me quite so much.  And I wonder if I would like myself more without the depression.  But.... if I could click my fingers now, and suddenly be totally free from depression and anxiety... I still don't know who I would be, and I can't imagine what my life would be like.

I've always tried to think and believe that depression and anxiety do not define me, or anyone else, any more than being diabetic or having a thyroid problem would define anyone.  And now I have to wonder...  well, maybe they do define me, to a large extent.  If you removed that part of me, what would be left?  And what would fill the gap?

Wednesday, 11 January 2017

2017 already?!

I realise it's been the new year for a while now, but I'm still kind of adjusting!  Our New Year was... eventful, as we nearly ended up spending it in a random hotel somewhere between my parent's place and home, thanks to unexpected car issues!  But we did get home in time for New Year, and some very kind friends made sure we had food and fun, so it could have been worse.  I'm still a little grumpy about the fact that, as we had to leave the car at a garage en route and get the train the rest of the way, the majority of our Christmas presents are still in the boot of the car - and I got such a lovely pile of craft-related things!  I'm hoping we'll have the car back this week, and I can get them, plus a couple of birthday presents which are also in there - it would be nice to have them in time!

I've made a few crafting resolutions as always - to try to have more stash go out than come in, to try to make sure a project is finished before a new one is started (to try and keep the every-growing pile of WIPs under control!), to spin and sew more.... and a few challenges on Ravelry, such as knitting 17 Boo Knit shawls this year, and knitting loads of socks from stash!  I'm not going to beat myself up if I don't manage it, though!  And I want to knit more for charity, and take part in a craft fair; I've suggested to my knitting group that we club together and get a table at a craft fair towards Christmas, to give ourselves some spending money.  And a colleague and I are hoping to have a couple of lessons in patchwork and quilting, as we both fancy expanding into that area (I may not have mentioned this to Best Beloved, as I can imagine the expression on his face as he realises another craft obsession hobby is on the way...).

I'm prioritising knitting from stash - I have so many lovely, lovely yarns that I've not used, because they're too gorgeous, and I have to find the exact right pattern for it... you know how it is, right?!  BB sometimes thinks that I don't like a yarn because I haven't used it, but it's actually the opposite - I love it so much that I have to find the perfect pattern for it before I can possibly use it.  And there's always the fear that I might find a better pattern if I wait!  So - need to use up some of my preciouses.  

How about you?  Any resolutions for this year?!