Tag: depression

Things Are…Life Is…

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it…”

~ Ferris Bueller’s Day Off

Drafted March, 2025:

The last three months have been nothing if not eventful.

Depression is terrifying sometimes. My head has not been completely with my body since some time in September when I made the decision to start weaning off of an antidepressant I’d been on for over ten years (Disclaimer – ALWAYS discuss with your doctor). It’s strange to see the inner walls and windows of yourself after the medicated, flowery curtains have finally been drawn. It can be hollow, unfamiliar, and strange territory to sit and wait and wonder while still having to be a whole adult.

Unfortunately, some uncomfortable side effects in recent years had me over the edge physically and emotionally so it was time for a major change. Of course, the Universe’s timing is usually a shit show so naturally, this meant everything happens at once.

In the middle of November, I was informed I would be laid off by the end of the year and, due to the unique nature of my contracting job, had until the end of December to secure something new. It hit me like a forty foot wall of bricks. This was the first job I had worked in close to twenty years where I was finally happy and looking forward to the work week and after a little over two years, the ride was over. All of this occurring not even a week after Miss Amelia (our new feline addition) flew into our lives.

Thankfully, I was able to find another position at the end of January but the damage was already very much done. Now, I just kind of…am.

Even though I did not post as much as I wanted to in 2024, I did write more than I have in a long time. In reality, a lot of the year was an enjoyable ride with only the last few months feeling like emotional whiplash and with 2025 already starting off rough, it’s hard to stay awake. Truly, all I want to do is hide and sleep.

Last year, I wrote three blog posts that I completed that are still in draft, two more chapters in my book, a collection of poetry finally prepared to pursue publishing options, and scripts for multiple videos that I’ve shot and just never posted.

Fear is powerful. But I am really trying to push myself.

~

Drafted February, 2026:

Well, fuck.

Yes, I am still here. Still breathing. Still wandering. Still writing. Staring at my blog thinking “A year. A whole year has passed since I wrote this and things really haven’t gotten better.”

But things are…and life is. And that just has to be enough.

To say I’ve set any goals for the year would be a lie, I am really just focusing on waking up every day, so I’ll at least aim for this: work with more yarn.

It’s the least I can do.

An immense amount of gratitude to those of you who have continued to keep my stats so regularly active, especially these last few months. I greatly appreciate you.

Here is a sweater I made for my beautiful husband.

Happy Friday the thirteenth.

XO.

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Stay

“It’s strange returning to a place where you have so much history. What once was a place of joy is now haunted. Or maybe it was always haunted, you just can’t see the ghosts until you are close to becoming one yourself…”

~ Only Murders in the Building~

Has anyone else caught themselves wondering about what it would have been like had the pandemic never happened?

I wonder that a lot.

It’s been such a lonely summer and a stark reminder of the loss of so much and so many friendships. I still remember the first family friends I lost in all of this. I made the egregious mistake of sharing how excited I was that I had been vaccinated and could finally visit. Twenty plus years of life together and I never heard from them again. 

Love looks strange in the new age and with the hubby and I both losing friends to sickness unexpectedly mere weeks after the other this summer, it’s brought up all of the feelings. Loss of all kinds can happen just like that, no warning, and suddenly all of the memories you were hoping to make are no longer filling in the pages of your shared story. Things feel emptier.

On top of these recent losses, our oldest cat has been given his sentence. “You will just have to watch him and make him feel comfortable until it is time.” Five cancerous removals later and the rapid respawn has quadrupled. There is nothing left to do but wait while it takes him away. 

Just wait. 

I am never sure how to receive that kind of information. I remember hearing words like that about my grandmother years ago as she lay in an unresponsive coma in the hospital. “It’s a matter of time, we just have to wait.”

I still wonder to this day if she heard what I whispered in her ear. 

Thoughts like that come back so vividly for me during times of grief, wondering every time if it will ever be less painful, if I will be stronger, if my growth and wisdom will make the emotions hurt less. Or will I just continue to be the rage filled, mourning monster, ripping away the blank pages we will never fill; angry and guilt ridden that I couldn’t make them stay. But no one can control change and you cannot make people stay so, here we are.

Mourning is such an awful cloud, isn’t it?

In other news (and in an effort to end this downer of a post with some positivity…) I am still loving my new job and just celebrated a very exciting first year anniversary this week. I have still been pushing creative days when I am able, so my books are still growing and my yarn is still flowing.

I am very proud to be drafting my first sweater design for my husband. It is coming along well and has been surprisingly fun to write:

The kitten babies continue to be the house entertainment and Oscar is being thoroughly spoiled by these fur-parents beyond belief each day:

A rare sighting of my beautiful Benji staying still…

I am also getting so much better at getting out of the house and thankful to the few good folks who have helped me get there.  

Things will be ok, eventually. Different, but ok.

We will just have to wait. 

Xoxo

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A New Sensation

“Nothing is really work unless you would rather be doing something else.”

~ J. M. Barrie ~

Life is a gas, ain’t it?

At the start of this year I made a number of changes in every attempt to ensure I approached this one differently than I have the past few years, especially since the Pandemic started. Everything from my skin care routine to how I handle my mental health.

There has been so much mess, growth, more mess with more growth, and moments of healing going on (usually during mess). It’s been a rollercoaster, however, I’m still on for the ride.

One thing that has had me creatively distracted from writing lately is crafting things for myself, something I really do not do too often. At the start of March, I hit the luxury yarn jackpot for the **mumble mumble**-eth time. Lolabean gave everyone the honorable opportunity to order skeins at their own pace last fall for shipping in early 2023, and shipping week had arrived.

I squished it, stared at it, changed pattern plans about ten times over for each set of colors and then when I finally went to put it on the shelf, I realized I had run out of room and said ‘f*ck it, I’m just starting something new now’. So I started a sweater at the end of March and wrapped it up at the beginning of June. I have finally made my first sweater…and I love it.

Determination is dope when it shows up.

Last year in the midst of it’s utter insanity, I also somehow managed to make myself my first two pairs of socks from some gorgeous yarns I had in the stash from Neighborhood Fibers and Dream in Color which, like many pieces at the moment, I still have yet to block:

The socks feel like such a minimal accomplishment now that I’ve finally created ‘the big one’, however, I know how important it is for me to celebrate the small just as much as the big.

Another project in the notebook that I started last fall was a reimagination of my husband’s absolute favorite sweater. Snagged, pilled, and loved to its core, this very old H&M top is obviously past it’s replaceable prime so I decided to take a stab at recreating it. I think I’ve tested about six swatch designs and measured everything seven times (#Glenn’srule) so here’s to hoping everything is correct. Regardless, I’m excited to start testing a complex draft:

Now I just need to find some time to get back to the real writing and I’ll be made…

Now back to designing while also trying to convince one o’ these fools to snuggle…

Thank you for stopping by,

XoXo

P.S. Dusting off old and new playlists lately for that whole, building self-esteem thing. My music choices are eclectic af and I’m too damn old to care about what people think anymore.

Tracks I’ve allowed to live rent free in my head lately:

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Changes

“Live! Live! Live!…Life’s a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death!”

~ Auntie Mame ~

April was certainly an interesting and eventful birthday month this year ’round. It usually is.

I took a still-very-much-in-its-infancy practice of trying to see the positives throughout the month, even on the days that I sincerely couldn’t, and I think it helped. I am definitely one of those folks who hates their own b-day due to past experiences so every year, outside of my extraordinary husband’s above and beyond surprises and thoughtful efforts, I usually can’t wait until the day is over.

This year had some rough moments, still, even spending most of the afternoon the day prior sobbing into some fur babies snuggled near by just to wake the next day to the awe inspiring creativity of my husband’s planning. This birthday was the first one phasing out the HP theme (so long, JK, you are trash) and, though I’m glad he finished all of the Hogwarts years, I was ready to move into something different and was beyond surprised.

This year, he incorporated our jointly, newfound lover, Taskmaster, into our favorite bakery goods as well as fun ‘Tasks’ to follow throughout the day (wax sealed and all!):

You’re either in the Petty community or you’re not…

He also did something insane. He secretly took woodworking classes in order to rebuild one of my favorite shelves that was recently ruined (thanks fur-babes). This man actually left work early on multiple occasions without my knowledge to take these classes *Swoon*:

After almost 11 years together, I keep thinking I could not adore him more, yet here we are…

I also made sure to keep myself busy in the weeks leading up. I had a fantastic girl’s date night with a dear friend, bought a new car, binged way too much Love is Blind with the bestie, and had another wonderful friend make a whole birthday dinner for the hubby and I, serving my favorite seafood: CRAB CAKES!

Homemade Crab Cakes and Biscuits with honey butter

Feeling grateful for this year so far and finally feeling a sense of hope.

I know there will still be many a roadblock and hurdle ahead, but it feels good to reach a place I haven’t been before. Here’s to continuing to hold onto hope for whatever the remaining year has in store.

May your day be filled with moments worth remembering and if it is not, that you make them yourself,

XoXo

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I’m Still Here

“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die.”

~ Buddha ~

Oh hey there new year, where’d you come from?

~

It has been a long time, over half a year now, since I last posted or was active on social media. Taking a break for both my physical and mental health, the first part of ’22 had me in the hardest and lonliest spot I’ve found myself for a very long time. If there is any advice I can take away and pass along to anyone that may need to hear it in the new year, it is this: no amount of money is worth a toxic/abusive job situation. End of advice.

The first part of last year was so rough, I sincerely do not know why I am still here, to be flatly frank. Between February and July, I had cried more than I had eaten and dropped 30 pounds from the constant anxiety and nights filling up with horrible, reoccurring dreams; the loneliness of each week was eating me alive. I had briefly taken some time in the spring to attempt the job search but by summer, I had so many interviews and submissions go poorly due to my anxiety that I had fully convinced myself I was too stupid to find another job. Mind you, I’d been in my field for nearly ten years by that point.

After rigorous soul searching and lots of pep talks from the beautiful people that made sure I got out of bed every day, I threw myself back into not only finding another job, but also getting my head on straight. By mid August, I had already begun therapy and was offered a new role in a research company I had been trying to get into for over 5 years. It took a month and a half straight after starting the new position for a specific reoccurring nightmare to stop and another month for me to finally get my confidence back. By month 3, thanks to an eye opening 1:1 meeting with someone previously wrapped up in an identical toxic work situation, I was thriving and have been ever since.

I am so thrilled to be back with like-minded folks and for the first time since the start of the pandemic, I am actually excited to log into work every morning. My yearning to learn has returned and I finally feel like I’ve restored a piece of myself that I had forgotten was there. I AM extremely intelligent. I AM capable. I AM an asset. How any person was capable of ripping that away from me in such a small window of time is and will remain a mystery that I will have to work through forgiving myself for over time. Perhaps that is a post for a different day because today I want to revel in victory and hope as I push towards a stronger future.

~

I would be remiss if I did not mention the wonder and beauty that is my amazing partner. Over ten years of life together now, Joshua has remained so incredibly immersive in my care and continues to be the most supportive human being I, personally, have ever known. He has forever changed my definition of what love can look like and I am beyond proud to call him my husband.

Best Cat-Dad of the Year
Oscar snuggles after Surgery #4
The Hot Date that I still sit right next to every time…

On top of his care, this past holiday, he made me the proudest owner of a functioning 1930’s Underwood typewriter. An identical match to the one and only Taskmaster’s typewriter. My typewriter. The very first I have ever owned in my thirty-some years of writing. I suddenly feel 9 years old again, back to wishing to be the next Jo March, recklessly chasing the next perfect row of words.

Yes, it’s the Taskmaster’s typewriter

As I practice getting used to the heavier keys, I feel a new flame to continue down the vein of my writing journey. I’m not sure where this new path is going to take me but now that my thought is no longer riddled in crippling, daily fear, I finally no longer feel like I am drowning anymore and can start living again.

To those who have cared for and about me during this time – you know who you are, and I will never ever have the right words or ways to show my immense gratitude for your presence during my lowest point. Thank you for believing in the part of me that I thought was long buried. Your care will never be forgotten.

I hope y’all enjoy the new Blog layout and sections and I hope to have the resources page up soon.

XoXo, me

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Proud

Proud
Proud of me
I’m standing free, though
I cannot 
Scream
And the tears are silently beginning
To stream
I will stand in peace, inside
The pride they
Feel for 
me

Proud
Proud of me 
My scarred and weakened knees,
Shattered and broken are
All of my remaining
Dreams
But they’re proud
And they say they are all so
Proud
Of me

Proud
Proud of me
They take the glee from
The happy me
The only one that they ever 
want
To see, 
(The truth is still hidden beneath the
Hanging tree)
But they’re proud, yes,
They’ll be so proud of
me

Proud they say, they prefer the
Way
I bend my shape
To fit their
Frame 
Inside an endless string of 
Toxic scenes
Filled with dark and painful gas lit 
Gains
But they were proud
And I will always remember when 
Anyone
Was proud
Of me


~ A. L. Stippich
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Orphan

A storm is coming, we
Can feel it deep
Inside our bones,
We have lost the will to
Make the clock move
Forward
When we’ve already lost 
Our only home

Return to sender, we’re
The firsthand offender, a
Coward in wolves clothing, torn 
ripped, and cheaply 
                    Sewn

Raised in violence, keep every pain
In silence, 
(No one cares once eighteen comes to
Town, just make sure to
hit the ground)
It’s not like anyone will be
waiting around 
We won’t be what they’ve been
Searching for and we won’t be
What they have finally
                     Found 

There is no one to embrace  
Anymore, 
There is nothing we have left
To leave at the door
(What a goddamn bore 
We must be when
They don’t come 
Around) 
But we can drown out the 
Sound 
After all, the voices are starting 
To become quite 
                  Loud

I think I hear a storm is 
Coming soon


~ A. L. Stippich
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Grateful

“Experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.”

~ Oscar Wilde

Sometimes the rough points in life seem endless. There is no light at the end of the tunnel and bad things are just going to continue to occur without pause. That is life and it goes on, so they say. 

2022 has been one big pile of unimaginable tragedy, pain, illness, and trauma, not just for my husband and I, but for folks within our tight knit little “framily”. My heart has been at a complete loss for why all of these incidents and heartaches are taking place at the same time. Is it just our age? Have we reached a strange place where this is just, how things are for a bit? If so, I cannot say I am enjoying it in the slightest. Nope. 

“Holding onto anger is like drinking poison and expecting the other person to die”

~ Buddha

So here we are in February after a lot of pain and mourning, hard decisions and healing, feeling surprisingly ready for whatever the rest of 2022 is here to bring. Priorities, plans, and finances redirected to finally begin pursuing what we have been putting on the back burner for our own growth. Feeling immensely grateful for the grace, empathy, and support we have received in our little circle during the heavy when it could have just been an “I told you so!”. Sometimes it is the littlest things that have reminded both of us we are worthy of better.

I could not feel more thankful for this moment of feeling a strange, unimaginable sense of peace. 

For those feeling less than worthy, I implore you to start your new year now. Redefine and rearrange what amplifies in you “I AM WORTHY!”. Find yourself a few folks with integrity who will check you when you need it and lift you when you cannot lift yourself. Fill up those timelines and follows with focus on the positive, the uplifting, and the safe.

The power of taking control over your own space is one you will never want to give back. 

X’s O’s and Skittles

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Head(space)

“unbeingdead isn’t beingalive”

e. e. cummings

Another draft from the beginning of December for my fellow winter, bluesy babes because vulnerability is all I got left. Hang in there folks, it’s war out there.

~

I hate the cold season.

In the warmer seasons, I already tend to feel fidgety and anxious when saying out loud ‘I am not well, at the moment.’ There are many reasons for this, of course, but none of the reasons help ease the discomfort. The cold just makes it worse.

It’s come back in spades over the most recent weeks, whether it’s a sound or a phrase, the instance of the holiday season, or the ever timeless triggering social media post. A collection of tiny things haphazardly stacking themselves on top of each other.

I have not been able to write much lately. Dealing with medical issues while in a phase where I am just trying to get through the work day so that I can kiss my husband, potentially eat food, maybe touch yarn, and sleep (maybe even pet a cat or two). I rarely have the energy to take care of myself. Showering feels like hiking up the side of a mountain and back down again and then by the time I am clean, it’s time to go back to sleep. It’s the time of year where waking up causes anxiety and depression because you were hoping, just hoping, for things to look different that morning.

I’ve held on to this fleeting notion that I’ve experienced so much growth and change over 2021. Starting another book, sharing my story unashamed, speaking up, speaking out, and being honest (for the most part). Trying. Just trying. It’s amazing how one moment, one sound, one human, even, holds all the potential to rip it all away in a day. Suddenly the growth is just taking ten steps back to square one. The thought, feeling, floods of worry have hit the front lawn. You are nothing again and everything is doomed.

Well, of course this isn’t true, but the mind IS a terrible thing.

It cannot be put into words the gratefulness I feel when I step back (forced or otherwise) and remember those who hold space for me when I am unable. People who let me vent when I do not understand what is happening to me, and who remind me I am loved when myself and others have convinced me I am not. No strings attached. No gaslighting. No risks of abandonment or loss. Just being allowed to have feelings and reminded I am loved despite them and how illogical they may be. Sometimes feelings are just that. Feelings. But they still matter.

I have started to have a love/hate relationship with my occasional ability to wear my heart on my sleeve now. Just tell it like it is. Where I am in life, what I’m feeling; my hurts. Currently, I really hate it. My ‘standing naked in a crowd’ is set somewhere cold and my feet feel like ice.

No matter my particular feelings in this case, however, I know there are other humans out there feeling the exact same kind of empty and hopeless. Sometimes it’s just nice to know we are not alone in feeling alone.

This time of year is such a trigger for so many, it does not matter how much you physically or mentally attempt to prepare for it. It can feel heavy and endless. The days of roller coaster emotions will feel like eternity. I am so sorry if you are one of those many.

It’s going to be ok. We are going to be ok.

For those feeling the same: I see you, I understand you, and you are loved.

~

Cheerios,

XOXO

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Reset

Where will I find you again
My friend?
On this road or at another
Bend?
Maybe, at the end 


‘We are all just getting by’
A statement present
When we 
                    Cry 
But the truth can’t 
Lie 
We’re all just trying to get
By


Leave me flowers near my
                  Stone,
Once I have left this world 
Alone,
After you have finally grown 
                   Older, 
May love find you once
You are bolder,
Blessings, graces when
You
Hold her, everything will 
Find it’s time, though I hope I
                  Find
You in mine, before the time
Resets for
It’s final wind


~ A. L. Stippich
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