It's going to be another long night....

That is all. Sometimes songs and pictures say it better than I ever could.

Responding and Flowing with Love.

Time for some major life-shifts. So just to bring everyone up to speed, since my last post, my fiancee has now got back together with her ex, without giving me a chance to even speak to her (I didn't even get told, it was plastered all over facebook). At this point that's all anyone else needs to know about the background for this post, because I'm not going to get into who did what or said what or anything - there's no need and it doesn't change the events. And since the whole point of this post is that I'm ok, it's counterproductive to do the usual Virgo thing and analyse it to death :)

And in other news.....

Now that I have the long post out of the way (lol), I can write a monumental, if brief, update on my hysterectomy saga:

A lesson in compassion, forgiveness, and letting go of ego.

(crossposted from my journal elsewhere and edited slightly to explain the backstory a little to those who wouldn't know it)

Playing catch-up, new directions and a visit from my Muse :)

I have been absent from blogworld for a couple of months due to no internet access (which sucked, royally). But I'm back, with a whole lot of stuff to report to kick off the new year (and what a year it's going to be, I can already feel the awesome energy of it in motion!)

Black dogs and other tales of horror (long....)

So today I want to write about depression and how the public health system here fails to help mental health patients and just ends up marginalising them even more. Disclaimer: yes, I am angry at the failure of the system to actually produce any worthwhile help for depressed people; yes, I also have a rather convoluted alphabet soup of other intertwined issues (OCD, PTSD, anxiety disorder, social phobias, Aspergers and ADHD) but I don't want to go into those today because those are at least acknowledged by the system even though they are not really being addressed despite my repeated requests to do so - but what I am about to write is solely regarding the issue of depression and the failure of the mental health system to correctly diagnose it and take it seriously. And yes, I am writing from personal experience - although mine is far from the only story, I know way too many others who are in similar positions.

Spindles and corsets (and whiskers on kittens....) :P

I have been crazy busy the last couple of weeks - doctor's appointments, medications, making a corset for my eldest daughter for her birthday, and launching my new venture making spindles and handspun yarn.