(see Depression Poetry)
Ahhh, the gears are rolling again. I laugh at my feeling of OMG- there I was again. Why is this an endless cycle?
So I am shopping for some yarn this week, (my newest obsession is free-form crochet.) and I am chuckling to myself.
They use to say- "He/She has lost their marbles."
So. Does that mean a person who feels depressed, (and crazy, and annoyed with themselves) because they feel depressed, have a double whammie?
Should we hold a sign written in black marker on cardboard, and stand at busy intersections? Should we skip the "please help"or "need work" part and just write
Missing Marbles-- kinda a code for yeah, I'm depressed and desperate enough to stand on this corner and seem normal- yeah, like everyone does that.
I have been wanting to learn how to crochet for years.
But, I could never get the hang of it beyond a very tight chain stitch. Well, I AM in love with this free form crochet. Back to the good old days for me! I love the color and the texture here.
Ocean by Cathy Jeffers
#hitting zero #free form crochet #depression #missing marbles
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