Life is still rolling on here at my house. And I'm glad to still be a part of it.
So where have I been for the last month?
At the bottom of the pit.
Confession time: I've been struggling with postpartum depression since Alex was born. It started off small, just the weepies and an occasional sad day. It was easy to hide; I could act like everything was terrific for days at a time (or sometimes just hours), and then fall apart when I was alone. But it started spiraling downward at the end of July and I finally hit bottom.
It's been a rough journey, and there were a lot of days I didn't know if I was going to see the next one. I've been taking each day one at a time, some days one hour at a time. The scale has been tipping lately, and I have more good days than bad.
My family's been wonderful through all this. Lots of hugs, lots of prayers, lots of help.
I've been fully immersing myself in the healing benefits of crochet, mostly simple, monotonous patterns that work up quickly and give me a sense of accomplishment. On the bad days, I couldn't get dressed or eat, but I could make a stack of preemie hats and feel better.
I've done a lot of cross stitching, too, also very therapeutic. The tactile sensation of the thread and the focus of inserting the needle in and out of the squares quieted my muddled thoughts and soothed my focus.
And so here I am. I'm getting caught up on my blog reading and the 52 Week Crochet Challenge, and I'll have some pictures for you in the next few days. You'll laugh when you see all the hats! I didn't start counting until last week and I was shocked at how many there were.I hope all is well in your corner of the world.
Thanks for reading.