Recognizing the Early Signs of Depression

Fortunately, it looks like my new antidepressant regimen has kicked in. I (and my husband) started noticing that I was getting a lot more done on the weekends. Now, to be fair, I do have a lot of challenges. I have a full-time job, a part-time job, MS and a five year old son. But there's no question in my mind that it was my mild depression that was keeping me from getting much done other than the basic essentials.

So, a couple of weeks ago those unfinished curtains really starting bugging me, especially since we had a couple of hot spells that reminded me how unbearable our kitchen can get in the summer. This weekend I sat down at the sewing machine, after having excavated all of my sewing notions containers from underneath piles of stuff. I found a new needle and studied the manual until I was sure that I wasn't going to break anything. I replaced the needle and tested the stitching on a piece of cloth. I fiddled with the settings until I was sure that everything was perfect. Then I went to work, and a few hours later I have a new set of curtains that let in just enough light in the kitchen.

In the last couple of weeks I started getting ambitious about other projects, too. I decided I wanted to make batches of my natural first aid and bruise balms, something I've been meaning to do the last two or three years, but just couldn't get motivated enough to begin. But now I've bought the herbs and started marinating them in jars in the sun. The whole process takes a few weeks, but I'm confident that I won't stop part way.