It’s been quite a while since I’ve posted here, as I was very gently reminded by a fellow Raveller yesterday morning. (Thanks for the kind words, Diane!)
The timing was ideal, really, as I’d been thinking about the blog quite a bit over the last week or two. It’s been a good couple of months since that’s been the case. I’ll spare you most of the boring (and, I’ll be honest, a few fairly juicy) details, and give you the bare-bones explanation: a fairly short, acute episode of serious depression, followed by a longer-lasting but less severe one.
The good news: I’m starting to feel quite a bit better. Which is why I can joke about the situation, and tell you it feels like I’ve been living in a country song: in the last couple of months, I’ve lost my job (contract ended), my best friend (who hasn’t spoken to me since my mood hit its lowest point) and, just a few days ago, my car (which
could be revived, but at a cost far beyond the justifiable, even by a nut like me). Thank Bob I don’t have any pets...
Hence the title of this post. You know the joke, right? What happens when you play a country song backwards? – you get your truck back, your dog back, your girl back...
Seriously, though. I have a lot to be grateful for. I may have lost one friend, but I’ve become closer to others. I’m unemployed again, but I have an interview tomorrow, and I’m feeling ok about it. My car’s gone, but I’ll save some money and get some much-needed exercise by taking the bus and walking until I save up enough for a new beater.
And I’ve got a metric shit-ton (pardon me!) of new yarn to plan projects for...