Climbing

I have dealt with depression for the majority of my adult life.  I am familiar with the illness and aware of the early signs when it sinks its teeth into my mind, I know the steps to take in those early stages to get the help I need to stay well.  After several years of being well I became complacent.  I didn't take action at the early signs and landed in a deep dark hole.  I am fortunate that my family understands this illness and that my community has a working mental health service, so that when I reached crisis point I had access to the help I needed when I couldn't do it myself.

I'm lucky to be surrounded by people (and animals) who look out for me.

So now I am climbing.  I can see the way out of this dark place, and I am working my way out.  While all this has been happening, I haven't felt up to tacking the complicated projects I had planned so I have gone back to basics.  By far the best basics are tiny things for tiny people.  Little hats, cardigans and vest have been my recovery projects, so expectant friends and family members, prepare for incoming baby knits!

Being unwell has also brought to my attention a gap in my wardrobe.  I have no track pants!  This, along with the abovementioned hiatus from complicated projects has resulted in a reshuffle of my 12 outfits to remedy this glaring omission.  So now instead of jeans and a big cably jumper, June is the month of comfy, warm trackies.