Depression

Yes, I know I haven't posted in a coon's age.  With the start of a new school year - work was insane for a while.  I have no knitting projects that I've completed --- I'm still plugging away at them but no pics of finished objects.  The big reason -- my battle against depression.  A big word that I still really don't believe.  The nut cracker (shrink) said she recognized it the minute I walked in her door.  Guess that is why I never could lie --- I display all my emotions on my face and body.

I think that I've made a big move through the depression.  September 1st (worst time to take off work) was my first grief session with the nut cracker.  It was easier than I'd expected - my dread was worse than the hour in her office bawling and talking.  She assigned me to do two things - consider writing a letter to my brother and bring in a picture of him to my next session.  By nature I am not a procrastinator however, I have put off this letter writing like I could catch something from it.  I have talked through the letter many times during my drive home from work.  Each time, the letter contained too many "I wish" statements and not a talk with my brother as I'd like.  It is obvious to me that the letter needs to be delayed because I could never burden one of my siblings with all of my wishes.  I think there was divine intervention in my life.  A big break-through to help me through this low time in my life.  I picked up this book























on CD at the local library, not realizing what it was about.  I usually read the backs of the cases to see if it sparks any interest.  This is one of their newly acquired books and is located at the front so I just grabbed it. 
Although I enjoy the Catholic mass and have spent many hours participating in some sort of religious gathering, I am not a very spiritual person.  I have a lot to be thankful for and I know that God has watched over me.  I just don't like man's laws imposing on my belief about God.  The author is the narrator and he has the inflective voice and tone of a preacher.  When he started in with "I know God" and "praise Jesus Christ" I almost turned off the book.  A little of this goes a long way with me.  Fortunately he doesn't continue to pound this into the ground.  I am so thankful that I was able to get over the original distaste and something had piqued my interest.  The really ironic thing of it all - the man only wrote the book to possibly comfort others.